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Stanley Tucci, Italian cooking, cancer, and the meaning of life
I was getting a little bored with the book till I came to the last chapter and realized Tucci had touched something far more profound than what we’ll fix for dinner.
A voice from the past, a reflection that makes us sad—and proud
Sometimes memories from 20 years ago make us sad. Sometimes they do something more. That’s what happened for us this week.
Our best version of a good week. (Some moments didn’t make Facebook.)
The pictures were not a lie. They just didn’t include some recurring moments we chose not to post on Facebook.
A picture post to confirm a friend’s assessment: ‘Your life is rich’
Memories from just one week prove the point: I have so many reasons to be thankful.
Thanks to others, I can sing with Evelyn as I think about my faith
What a blessing to get advice from friends who care, especially when it yields such positive results!
Friends who care are helping me think afresh about my situation
Looking at the disease, evaluating losses, taking care of myself—I’m doing all of this better because of help from my friends.
I’ll acknowledge a reality that won’t soon go away. Yep, I’m sad
Twice in the last few days someone who sees me every week has told me they’re concerned about me. It was time to come to terms with my sadness.
What I’m learning about God, Alzheimer’s, and myself (shared post)
A link to a piece about our experiences I wrote for Christian Standard magazine.
Our 50th wedding anniversary celebration: Very nice, nice enough
Rather than let the day go uncelebrated, I planned a simple dinner with friends. It was special. It was nice. An effort to be remembered but not repeated.
How and why caregivers order their days around another’s needs
If accommodation is healthy and normal, why does it feel like such a burden to the caregiver?
Long friendships, quick goodbyes, and a chapter’s certain end
With the daily changes in our lives, it’s difficult to decide when one chapter ended and another has begun. But crossroads like this one make it clear we’ve turned a new page.
‘All my life you have been faithful’—and God’s not the only one!
A freezer full of food—what a reminder of how blessed our lives have been!
Everything’s the same. Everything’s different. And that’s OK
Another reunion with friends we’ve known for decades prompts so many memories, along with reflection on all that’s changed.
Even with tiny red capes at my ankles, I’d never be a Superman
Those Superman socks made my week, which was good. Because I was forced to admit again I’m really no Superman.
Precious people, special days, moments something like ‘normal’
I’ll always want to remember these days with people we love and moments that were almost normal.
‘Live in the moment.’ Good advice, even from a daily cartoon
“The wind, the wind. That’s all you think about!” But when the air is still and the night is warm, as it was one evening last week—that’s a time to cherish.
Things continue to be different for us. And really, that’s normal
The small or sometimes not-so-small changes in our routine continue to mount up.
They call. They come. They help. And I couldn’t be more grateful
Confronted with the loneliness of some caregivers I know, I’m so grateful for those who faithfully reach out to my wife and me.
It’s time for me to battle the multitasking monster. But how?
They tell us multitasking is bad for your brain. But here’s the thing: Caregiving IS multitasking. How can I deal with this?
Good stress or bad? Pondering the pressures of a busy weekend
Stress is stress, and how we react to it may determine whether it was good or bad. So I’m deciding how to label the stresses of the weekend.