A Remembrance Video of Mattie

Thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive!

Dear Mattie Blog Readers,

It means a great deal to me that you take the time to write and to share your thoughts, feelings, and reflections on Mattie's battle and death. Your messages are very meaningful and help support me through very challenging times. I am forever grateful. As my readers know, I promised to write the blog for a year after Mattie's death, which would mean that I could technically have stopped writing on September 9, 2010. However, like my journey with grief there is so much that still needs to be processed and fortunately I have a willing support network still committed to reading. Therefore, the blog continues on. If I should find the need to stop writing, I assure you I will give you advanced notice. In the mean time, thank you for reading, thank you for having the courage to share this journey with me, and most importantly thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive.


As Mattie would say, Ooga Booga (meaning, I LOVE YOU)! Vicki



April 21, 2024

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Tonight's picture was taken in April of 2003. Mattie was one year old and FULLY ON! He kept me on my toes and together we learned and navigated the world together. I absolutely LOVED Mattie's smile and energy. We were very similar in personality and with Mattie's death, a piece of me died as well.  


Quote of the day: Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson


I would say that both of my parents require a great deal of napping and sleep. If my dad had his way, he would sleep the day away. Of course I won't let that happen because it isn't good for his mind or body. I really think the key to managing the nightmare of Alzheimer's is constant stimulation. Which is why I enrolled him in a memory care day program in 2022. I just couldn't manage his needs on my own. After breakfast today, both of my parents napped. While they were sleeping I did laundry, worked on the Foundation newsletter, and vacuumed out my car. 

Every Sunday I take my parents out to brunch. When I returned, I headed right back outside. I planted eight basil plants, took out a hand saw and removed most of a dead pine shrub, and then planted irises that were given to me as a gift. I spent about two hours outside. Being outside is the only time I really can get away from the constant demand inside my home. Therefore it has become my therapy. I find picking up sticks, pulling weeds, and doing gardening work are about the only things right now keeping me sane. 

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