Tag: love
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Chapter 63. Dementia
I have a relative with Lewy body dementia. I thought I’d write about this because of the devastating impact this form of dementia, and others, has on the family. And the patient suffering from it. You’ve heard the jokes, “Oh, dementia by the time they have it, they’ve already forgotten about it.” Not exactly true. My…
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Chapter 61. Aging sucks. Or not.
I look at my hands, and I see the same wrinkly, veined hands as my mother’s. And my grandmother’s. And it isn’t just the outward appearance of my hands. It’s the way I hold things. A little digression here. Remembering this reminds me of the years when my mom worked downtown. She added an additional thirty minutes to her commute…
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Chapter 57. From April to September: What Changed
Living at Everleigh is a gigantic change in our lives. I suspect I like it more than GB does because at the house, I was responsible for everything. Shopping, repairs, maintenance, garden, meals, social calendar, chickens, dogs, cats, grandsons. I did that, plus work full-time for 48 years. He got to enjoy it. No wonder I was exhausted. Then…
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Chapter 46. Alba
I guess sometime in 1978, I received a call from GB’s receptionist. She was taking belly dancing lessons and heard a story of a girl from Nicaragua who needed help. The receptionist suggested that GB and I would be the right people to do this since we were always rescuing animals and why not a little girl?…
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Chapter 40. Going Home.
In 1940, my grandparents, Louis and Celia Altberger, were living in a one-bedroom apartment in Denver’s Capitol Hill neighborhood. My mom had married the previous year and was living in Pueblo with my dad. Louis, always the man with the big ego, came home one day with a puppy in his arms. What the hell is that? Asked…
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Chapter 26. My Brother.
I was born so my brother would have someone to torment. We grew up in the ‘50’s and it was a perfect time to be a kid. We freely roamed the streets, alleys and parks. Got on busses and went where we pleased. Walked to the movie theatre where my brother would tell me I couldn’t sit with him…
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Chapter 5. Him.
In 1947, Gene Bloom was born to an Italian-Irish Catholic mother who had fallen in love with the wrong man. Her family was told nothing about this secret child and when Robert was born, he was given to an orphanage. He remained there until he was six months old and was adopted by Louis and Betha Bloom.…
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