Dears, I’ve been dreading today for a week. I’d have to get up, go to the Alzheimer’s Walk and deal with the reality of this disease all over again. It’s not just my dad’s story, of course, it’s shared by millions of dads and moms and grandmas and grandpas and sisters and brothers and aunts…
Author: nancybercaw
fish out of water
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Dears, Fall has arrived in Vermont. My hair is straight from the lack of humidity. The leaves covering our lawn are crunchy and colorful. Last year about this time, I gathered up a vibrant selection of Fall leaves, laminated them, and sent them to Beau. They were passed around the residents of Juniper Memory Care…
A New Brain for Beau
Dears, I was thinking of my father today, as I do most days, and I found myself at the American Academy of Neurology website. The organization, in a brilliant move, offers brains for $5. Okay, not a real brain. And not a brain in a jar. Instead, a virtual brain. So I bought one! And…
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