Alzheimer's Daughter

The Story

Alzheimer’s Daughter introduces the reader to my healthy parents, Ed and Ibby, years before their diagnosis, then recounts painful details as our roles reversed and I became my parents’ parent.

Their disease started as translucent, confused thoughts and ended in a locked memory care unit after a near decade of descent into the opaque world of Alzheimer's.

I began writing Alzheimer’s Daughter one week after my mother's death––when I was stunned, realizing Dad had no memory of her or their 66-year marriage.

I write to pay tribute to the undying spirit at Ed and Ibby's core, and with the hope that the story of their parallel decline might be helpful to others.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Family Vacation

Last night I returned from a family vacation. Twenty-two of us on my husband's side of the family went to the gulf coast in Florida to spend a week together with my mother-in-law who is 88 years old. Both of our children and our five grandchildren attended.

While in Florida, we were also able to see my sister and her family, her two children and five grandchildren. 

So many memories of happy times with my parents, when our children were little, when time stopped for family, floated through my mind because all ten of my parents' great grandchildren were together. 

While away, I unplugged. It felt good to disconnect from media, play Uno with my 8-year-old granddaughter, and zoom trucks and read books with the little ones.

I always love to become immersed in a good book while vacationing, but I didn't have much time for reading between making peanut butter sandwiches and mac and cheese. 

Most of my book choices relate to Alzheimer's and personal experiences with the disease. Book covers draw me in. Quite some time ago, I'd downloaded a book with a stunning cover entitled What Flowers Remember by Shannon Wiersbitzky. The main character is a middle school girl whose life is affected by Alzheimer's. I completed the book on the flights to and from Florida. At the risk of being rude to my seat mate on the return flight, I told this very friendly woman that I was almost done with a wonderful book. She was a reader, so understood and wanted the title so she could also download. 

Here's my review. 

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