Sunday, February 18, 2024
Tonight's picture was taken in February of 2006. This was typical Mattie! He absolutely LOVED clay and smooshing into every crevice of his cars, trucks, and trains. Though this was a royal mess, if this was something that was safe, kept Mattie focused, interested, and creating.... then I supported it fully! Look at that great smile!
Quote of the day: The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me? ~ Sir Walter Scott
For the past several days, I have had a horrible migraine. In fact, I think it is the start of a cluster headache. I don't get them often, but when I do, they can last for months. They affect my ears (with fluttering sounds), one of my eyes feels like a knife is stabbing it, my face is sensitive to the touch, and my head is pounding. Of course whether I am debilitated or not, the show much go on in my house. Frankly I am not sure how I make it through each day, which is just another repeat of the day before!
Each Sunday, I take my parents out to brunch. I snapped this photo because I want you to see what I see across from me each day. It is a very depressing sight day in and day out. Dementia is another horrible disease and though the shell of my dad is moving around, the personality and cognitive ability of the man I once knew are GONE! Completely gone. My dad eats super fast, doesn't talk, isn't registering conversation, and when he isn't eating or sleeping, he is jumping up to the bathroom. Today, I visited the bathroom twice with him in less than two hours at the restaurant.
Meanwhile, while dining my mom commented about the people all around us. They seemed happy, they were conversing, there were couples, families, and small children. True I don't know what is going on in the lives of these diners, but what I do know is my journey is not and has not been easy. I, of course, couldn't help but feel badly and guilty. Guilty because at the end of my parents' lives, they are facing more tragedy with me. More upset, and I can't provide them with the happiness that most adult children can provide their aging parents.
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