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Sunday, November 18, 2012
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Thursday, November 8, 2012
This is my Dad, Bob Daly before he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s six years ago. He was working full time at a funeral home as an attendant. He had his own home, car and was very independent. Shortly after he moved in with my daughter and I. He spent a several years living with each of my sisters and now lives in an assisted living facility here in Charlotte, NC.
He has become very frail and thin now. It is painful to watch the slow progression of the disease take his mind and body. He always looks so frightened and confused. Each time I visit I end up sitting in the parking lot crying before I leave. But not going to visit him is not an option. He was a great Dad, reliable, loyal, and strong. Fun to be around, all the kids loved him. He was smart, could fix anything and loved to go camping and traveling with the whole family. Now, it is hard to convince him to leave his apartment and go get groceries.
He used to love music so, I gave him a radio/CD player for his apt. He can’t seem to remember how to turn it on though. He used to sing to us when we were kids all the time. Now, he can’t remember the words to any songs. It breaks my heart when I see the diseases symptoms of anger and aggression. He was always so gentle and reasonable; he just wanted us kids to do the right thing.
So I go and visit, watch him point to the lamp and call it a fan, see him standing in his kitchen just looking around and I know he has forgotten why he went in there. I know he is frightened and so am I for that matter. But there is nothing I can do but, love him and wait with him for the disease to take him. In the meantime try to make his life good for him in little ways.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
My fist Blog,...whaahoo!
Okay, so here is the first entry in my official life of Blogging. My intent is to share the things that make me laugh, piss me off, ruffle my feathers and make me stop and go,...'Aww, wtf, that is so sweet, or how can people that stupid live".
Today not much ruffled my feathers other than the chic across the street that lets her beagle puppy out at 6:30am to pee and leaves him out for 40 mins while she showers and he barks/howls non-stop. Now mind you he is a cute little bugger, she however is clueless. His name is 'Tiny', they got him from the pound about a year ago and I am guessing they thought he was going to be just that, tiny. Well, he grew into a normal sized beagle so they leave him chained up to the front porch for hours howling. They got an itty bitty replacement dog that is apparently the acceptable size (in their eyes) and that dog is carried around, fussed over and is only seen outside long enough to pee (In her pink little doggy jacket). Poor Tiny on the other hand shivers on the front porch curled into a ball alone in the dark (no doggy jacket mind you).
Today not much ruffled my feathers other than the chic across the street that lets her beagle puppy out at 6:30am to pee and leaves him out for 40 mins while she showers and he barks/howls non-stop. Now mind you he is a cute little bugger, she however is clueless. His name is 'Tiny', they got him from the pound about a year ago and I am guessing they thought he was going to be just that, tiny. Well, he grew into a normal sized beagle so they leave him chained up to the front porch for hours howling. They got an itty bitty replacement dog that is apparently the acceptable size (in their eyes) and that dog is carried around, fussed over and is only seen outside long enough to pee (In her pink little doggy jacket). Poor Tiny on the other hand shivers on the front porch curled into a ball alone in the dark (no doggy jacket mind you).
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