Karen Quemby, MA Alzheimer Society of Muskoka"Writing is hard, very hard, especially when the situation is so close personally. You have to balance your emotions and memories with detachment and that takes GUTS."
Janet Lewis, Professor Emerita, York University, Toronto"Dear Tony is a real story of love and passion - how two people must navigate together the loss of health and the inevitability of being separated by life's course. I found myself waking this morning wanting to hold my husband close to me, as Sherry's story reminds me that this is a fate we all must live as we age, in one form or another. An inspiring read."
June Elder, B.A. Gerontology, B.A. Sociology
Inexplicably, the words and melody of a familiar hymn flashed. “God sees the little sparrow fall, it meets His tender view…” As caregiver’s, we see our loved ones transitioning from here to somewhere. Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 17. Visualizing those times still makes me smile. ….”Most often, when I came through the front door […]
A friend’s poetic reference to my second-floor balcony. I’m living On the Ledge. On the Ledge I reflect, remember, and take comfort from a new and different standpoint. Reminiscences float free, my daydreams bubble; I’m secure here, amid gentle sights and sounds. The caregiver’s journey long past, incidents bleary and bereavement dulls. Nowadays I look […]
“I love a tree, A brave, upstanding tree! When I am wearied in the strife, Beaten by storms and bruised by life, I look up at a tree and it refreshes me. If it can keep its head held high, And look the storms straight in the eye, Ready to stand, ready to die, Then […]
Little children familiar with Jiminy Cricket of Disney fame can usually remember the words to “When You Wish Upon a Star” – the words and melody still sing in my memory. Nursery verses of yore include “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”…too special to forget and likely taught to our children and grandchildren. As the seasons change, […]
On November 11th in particular, the day’s activities revolved around Remembrance Day broadcasts. “I want to place a wreath on my Dad’s grave”, he told me one day. “But Tony, the weather is so damp and cold in November, and it’s a long way to drive. If you really want to though, I’ll be glad […]
Last week’s post touched a chord with many readers. I’m offering a excerpt from the next chapter for continuity. The cottage where I had stayed had a screened-in covered porch where I snuggled with the dog wrapped in blankets watching the rain. To reflect and be still was a cherished opportunity; three nights and then […]
The next morning the dog and I were on our way. The rain had stopped but it was windy. I hope the power isn’t down at the cottage. The small cottage was not far from town but on a private road. Cell phone service was scant at best and there was no landline. The anticipated […]
Tony’s home where we first lived was situated at the end of a cul-de-sac, surrounded by trees and walking trails. It was a rural area, though within the Town boundaries, and neighbors were collegial. In those years, some pet-owners allowed their pets to roam about and visit whomever or wherever, including an exuberant hound named […]
When he could not, would not, or did not complete a task, frustration exacerbated his proverbial short fuse. Tony’s outbursts became more predictable – the slightest variation from his set routine or anything unexpected raised his level of anxiety to extreme. He thundered with exemplary sound and fury until spent, followed often by tears of […]