–excerpted from Brain in a Jar Lyles Baptist Church, Palmyra, Virginia I recently turned six. It’s 1971. There is a tear coming out of my father’s right eye. I watch it move slowly down his cheek until he whisks it away. I wait for another. It doesn’t come. I’m sitting sideways so I can watch…
Category: Alzheimer’s
Grief Bridges and Boxwood Hedges
Dear Readers, I thought I’d share snippets of thoughts that I’ve been able to hold onto—a handful of things not easily forgotten by Beau nor me. Memories that connect me back to a past with my dad but also lead me to a life without him in the future. Grief bridges. The wind rushing through…
Heart Breaking and Bank Robbing
Dear Readers, Beau died two weeks ago today. I woke up at 6:30 a.m, which was his time of death. Since then, I really haven’t been able to get out of bed. Movement seems as difficult as the Times crossword puzzle. I’m glad I have a cozy bed with beautiful memories of Asia all around…
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