July 27, 2007 at 1:07 pm 1 comment

My father has alzheimer’s disease.  He is 82 and it hasn’t hit him as hard as it hit his sister.  My aunt was pretty sharp as recently as four years ago.  That’s about the time we started hearing about the changes in her from my cousin.  Last year my wife and I met my parents in Cleveland.  We had both gone there to visit relatives.  I knew that my aunt’s memory was basically gone.  But, it was still surprising to see her in a nursing home, unable to recognize my father or her own daughter.

My aunt is a couple of years older than my dad.  My father’s changes are more subtle.  He still has projects he works on, although not as regularly as he used to.  He still converses, but not with the ease he used to enjoy.  My mom notices the changes and keeps us informed.

My parents live in Texas, while my wife and I are in Arizona.  I feel a need to move closer to them.  My sister is there, but she has a family.  She has two wonderful daughters who keep her hands full.  It’s time to put into motion a plan to pull up roots and relocate.  It’s easier said than done.  But, it is time.


I heard this poem by Billy Collins at least two or three years ago, maybe more.  I recently came across it on youtube.  It moves me.


Entry filed under: alzheimer's, family.

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  • 1. Joel  |  July 30, 2007 at 6:35 am

    I am supportive of that.


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