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The Longest Day

I looked back into my journal from this day last year. My mother had been dead for just over 4 months and I was still thrashing beneath the weight of my grief.…

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June 22, 2018 by elizabethgracewolf
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Hi. I am Elizabeth Grace Wolf – eldest daughter of Anna (aka Nancy) and Louis Brood. When I was in my twenties, both my parents were diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease within 4…

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Please don't "like" my blacked out screen! Go LISTEN to black voices and amplify their experiences, stories, pleas, and demands.
And be aware of the hashtags you're using to express your solidarity. It is literally blacking out REAL content about black lives.

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You could put a piece of dry toast in front of him and tell him it was dinner, and he would tell you it was beautiful and thank you a thousand times. He would mean it with all his heart! Inside the bread, he would feel your hands placing it on his plate and toasting it before that. Inside the bread, he would feel the bread baker, the grain grower, the earth, sky, sun, rain, harvest, labor motion that allowed this care to happen. "Thanks honey. Thank you so much babe. Thank you."⁣⁣⁣
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His love defies possibility. If you were to break open his heart, jewels would come pouring out that could never be hoarded. Inside your own heart there are treasures like this. He sees them there and knows how rich you are. When he tells you the bread is beautiful, he is saying: "Care is our currency." When he thanks you for the thousandth time: "Give it away and find yourself with more."⁣⁣
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#HappyFathersDay #FathersDay2020

You could put a piece of dry toast in front of him and tell him it was dinner, and he would tell you it was beautiful and thank you a thousand times. He would mean it with all his heart! Inside the bread, he would feel your hands placing it on his plate and toasting it before that. Inside the bread, he would feel the bread baker, the grain grower, the earth, sky, sun, rain, harvest, labor motion that allowed this care to happen. "Thanks honey. Thank you so much babe. Thank you."⁣⁣⁣
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His love defies possibility. If you were to break open his heart, jewels would come pouring out that could never be hoarded. Inside your own heart there are treasures like this. He sees them there and knows how rich you are. When he tells you the bread is beautiful, he is saying: "Care is our currency." When he thanks you for the thousandth time: "Give it away and find yourself with more."⁣⁣
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#HappyFathersDay #FathersDay2020 ...

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Last Christmas I poured my heart into finding us the most beautiful wreath. It was our only decoration that year and all I could bear as I witnessed my mother slowly dying. That wreath hung on our door nearly til she left us in February. •
Momma believed in Christmas. I learned recently that the root of belief means "to hold dear" and with everything I am I want you to know my mother held this season dear. If someone had asked her, "What do you want for Christmas?" She might have answered, "The ability to give." Believing means receiving what you have given. She gave her heart.
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Last year's wreath was custom made by Farmer Tom at Springdale Farms who told me: "If you don't see exactly what you're looking for, I will make it for you." And he did. He made us the most beautiful wreath I had ever seen. I couldn't hold back tears when I saw it and I left a small tip when I paid in an attempt to show the gratitude my words could not convey. I would have paid a thousand times what it cost me. I wanted to give my heart for it... It was my heart.
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Now it is Christmastime again. My first without my mother. I need a new wreath.
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I called over to the farm market last week: "When is the kind man in who makes the wreaths?" "He is here now." "We'll be right over." Dad and I made our way there. Swallowing grief, I ordered nearly an exact replica: Red ribbon trimmed in gold. Balsam. Holly. Pine. Farmer Tom asked me to write my name atop our order slip which he took from me and stared at for a long while. "Elizabeth Wolf." He said it several times. "Hold on a minute." He went rummaging through a pile of papers then produced my order sheet from last year, lifting it like a treasure. "Here you go. I have a credit for you." A ten dollar bill dangled behind it.
It was the tip I had left him. My heart. He had been holding it for me. Holding it dear. Believing in me through this long year in which I lost my mother. All these months as I've been grieving that bill has been waiting for me. Sitting on a shelf taped to a piece of paper waiting for Christmas to come. Waiting to be remembered. Waiting for me to receive back what I had given. Waiting to wreathe me into believing.

Last Christmas I poured my heart into finding us the most beautiful wreath. It was our only decoration that year and all I could bear as I witnessed my mother slowly dying. That wreath hung on our door nearly til she left us in February. •
Momma believed in Christmas. I learned recently that the root of belief means "to hold dear" and with everything I am I want you to know my mother held this season dear. If someone had asked her, "What do you want for Christmas?" She might have answered, "The ability to give." Believing means receiving what you have given. She gave her heart.
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Last year's wreath was custom made by Farmer Tom at Springdale Farms who told me: "If you don't see exactly what you're looking for, I will make it for you." And he did. He made us the most beautiful wreath I had ever seen. I couldn't hold back tears when I saw it and I left a small tip when I paid in an attempt to show the gratitude my words could not convey. I would have paid a thousand times what it cost me. I wanted to give my heart for it... It was my heart.
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Now it is Christmastime again. My first without my mother. I need a new wreath.
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I called over to the farm market last week: "When is the kind man in who makes the wreaths?" "He is here now." "We'll be right over." Dad and I made our way there. Swallowing grief, I ordered nearly an exact replica: Red ribbon trimmed in gold. Balsam. Holly. Pine. Farmer Tom asked me to write my name atop our order slip which he took from me and stared at for a long while. "Elizabeth Wolf." He said it several times. "Hold on a minute." He went rummaging through a pile of papers then produced my order sheet from last year, lifting it like a treasure. "Here you go. I have a credit for you." A ten dollar bill dangled behind it.
It was the tip I had left him. My heart. He had been holding it for me. Holding it dear. Believing in me through this long year in which I lost my mother. All these months as I've been grieving that bill has been waiting for me. Sitting on a shelf taped to a piece of paper waiting for Christmas to come. Waiting to be remembered. Waiting for me to receive back what I had given. Waiting to wreathe me into believing. ...

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Dad approaches the display where her framed face glows, crying "That's Nancy! She's beauty-full!" flooding the room with so much recognition, I have to gasp for air because he knows her again! She has come back to us!⁣
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Imagine stretching open a sheet, holding it taught from each of the corners, then dropping a bowling ball in the center. Her absence is that ball, and I am hollowed out at the heart of it, smothered by the world moving on without her. Grief is a heaviness that bends Spacetime. Some days the ache is so heavy, time turns back on itself. The harder I hurt, the stronger I feel her. Here in this room. Clear as this picture. Like she never left. ⁣
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#happymothersday #smothersday #grief #mothersday #momma #mother #motherless #motherlessmothersday #endalz #iamacaregiver #alzheimersdaughter #alzheimers #dementia #spacetime #mothersday2020 #motherlessmothersday2020

Dad approaches the display where her framed face glows, crying "That's Nancy! She's beauty-full!" flooding the room with so much recognition, I have to gasp for air because he knows her again! She has come back to us!⁣
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Imagine stretching open a sheet, holding it taught from each of the corners, then dropping a bowling ball in the center. Her absence is that ball, and I am hollowed out at the heart of it, smothered by the world moving on without her. Grief is a heaviness that bends Spacetime. Some days the ache is so heavy, time turns back on itself. The harder I hurt, the stronger I feel her. Here in this room. Clear as this picture. Like she never left. ⁣
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#happymothersday #smothersday #grief #mothersday #momma #mother #motherless #motherlessmothersday #endalz #iamacaregiver #alzheimersdaughter #alzheimers #dementia #spacetime #mothersday2020 #motherlessmothersday2020 ...

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"Nancy? Did anyone tell Nancy I'm here? Nancy? Did they say we're sunk Nancy? I need to tell Nancy. Lizzie please don't cry. Please don't cry Lizzie. I can feel your tears through my shirt. I can hear you crying for me." #thepoetryofconstantloss

#endalz #alzheimersdisease #alzheimers #dementia #dementiacare #iamacaregiver #grief #loss #heartache #myfathermyheart #fightwithyourheart #facesofcare #alzheimersawareness

"Nancy? Did anyone tell Nancy I'm here? Nancy? Did they say we're sunk Nancy? I need to tell Nancy. Lizzie please don't cry. Please don't cry Lizzie. I can feel your tears through my shirt. I can hear you crying for me." #thepoetryofconstantloss

#endalz #alzheimersdisease #alzheimers #dementia #dementiacare #iamacaregiver #grief #loss #heartache #myfathermyheart #fightwithyourheart #facesofcare #alzheimersawareness ...

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February 10th. My mother has been dead for a year. We all went for lunch this afternoon to one of her and Dad's favorite places. When our check came my sister suggested we extend our love and pay another diner's tab. Our eyes trailed the booths and tables. How could we ever choose? I shared our intention with our waitress and asked for her help. "Do you have any other tables?" "Just one." She gestured her chin toward a woman sitting alone at a small table in the back section of the restaurant. "We would like to pay her bill. But please don't share this with her until we leave. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable." I sign each check and we are gathering our things to go when I see our waitress making her way toward me wide eyed. "I am so sorry," she says, "I had to tell her! She was getting ready to leave and asked for her check!" I start to say "Don't worry" but the waitress continues, "And you won't believe this... This is the anniversary of HER mother's death! She is shaking and crying over there in disbelief!" Not disbelief, I think. Belief.
Momma has been teaching me this.
I raise my eyes to the woman who is clutching her chest with one hand and blowing kisses with the other. I feel our hearts melting together and I am drawn towards her. "Thirty years ago I lost my mother," she tells me when I arrive. And suddenly I am in a timeless blur where I am hugging this stranger and feeling my mother - sad and happy in grief and wonder.

#mymommamyheart #endalz #grief #belief #wonder #loss #fightwithyourheart #alzheimers #alzheimersawareness #iamacaregiver #facesofcare

February 10th. My mother has been dead for a year. We all went for lunch this afternoon to one of her and Dad's favorite places. When our check came my sister suggested we extend our love and pay another diner's tab. Our eyes trailed the booths and tables. How could we ever choose? I shared our intention with our waitress and asked for her help. "Do you have any other tables?" "Just one." She gestured her chin toward a woman sitting alone at a small table in the back section of the restaurant. "We would like to pay her bill. But please don't share this with her until we leave. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable." I sign each check and we are gathering our things to go when I see our waitress making her way toward me wide eyed. "I am so sorry," she says, "I had to tell her! She was getting ready to leave and asked for her check!" I start to say "Don't worry" but the waitress continues, "And you won't believe this... This is the anniversary of HER mother's death! She is shaking and crying over there in disbelief!" Not disbelief, I think. Belief.
Momma has been teaching me this.
I raise my eyes to the woman who is clutching her chest with one hand and blowing kisses with the other. I feel our hearts melting together and I am drawn towards her. "Thirty years ago I lost my mother," she tells me when I arrive. And suddenly I am in a timeless blur where I am hugging this stranger and feeling my mother - sad and happy in grief and wonder.

#mymommamyheart #endalz #grief #belief #wonder #loss #fightwithyourheart #alzheimers #alzheimersawareness #iamacaregiver #facesofcare ...

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"To convey dementia's linearity-bending disease process requires that the reader approach what is being conveyed with a willingness to be bent." I'm heading into the last week of my next-to-last semester and this is the first line from the monster paper I'm wrapping up about younger onset dementia.

This guy's smile reminds me why I'm doing this. * * * "How are you poppy?" I ask him. "We're doing fine." He is always "We" because She is with him always. With us. With me now as I retrace the last decade of my life, bending...

"To convey dementia's linearity-bending disease process requires that the reader approach what is being conveyed with a willingness to be bent." I'm heading into the last week of my next-to-last semester and this is the first line from the monster paper I'm wrapping up about younger onset dementia.

This guy's smile reminds me why I'm doing this. * * * "How are you poppy?" I ask him. "We're doing fine." He is always "We" because She is with him always. With us. With me now as I retrace the last decade of my life, bending... ...

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In March, about a month after Momma died, my nephew Louie was over for an afternoon play date with me, Uncle G, Uncle Casey and Pop Pop. We were spread out on the living room floor building a tower from a deck of cards when Louie jumped up suddenly, ran to our picture window, pressed his face against the glass and grandly announced: "It's 4:48!" We all looked down at our watches and cell phones incredulous to see: It was 4:48. "Louie, how do you know this?!" I asked, shaken a bit by this three year old who (back then) couldn't even identify numbers let alone tell the time. "I saw it on her watch. I saw it on Mom Mom's watch!" He declared, pointing out the window onto a bleak day. We all gathered to look. A few birds shuffled around the feeder. That was it. I stared harder. A chill ran through my body. What could he have seen? Later that night I couldn't sleep. What had compelled Louie to announce the exact time with no rational way of knowing? I did what one does when they want an answer to someting fast. I plugged "4:48" into the oracle interwebs and felt my heart ping. The top hit was a verse from the Gospel of John. I do not claim a particular faith. This is simply the truth of my experience. The verse states: "Unless you people see signs and wonders, you will never believe." 2017 has been a year of signs and wonders. I have seen how we die and come to believe in the possibility that we never really do.

For 2018, may we continue to be on Mom Mom's watch. 🦋

In March, about a month after Momma died, my nephew Louie was over for an afternoon play date with me, Uncle G, Uncle Casey and Pop Pop. We were spread out on the living room floor building a tower from a deck of cards when Louie jumped up suddenly, ran to our picture window, pressed his face against the glass and grandly announced: "It's 4:48!" We all looked down at our watches and cell phones incredulous to see: It was 4:48. "Louie, how do you know this?!" I asked, shaken a bit by this three year old who (back then) couldn't even identify numbers let alone tell the time. "I saw it on her watch. I saw it on Mom Mom's watch!" He declared, pointing out the window onto a bleak day. We all gathered to look. A few birds shuffled around the feeder. That was it. I stared harder. A chill ran through my body. What could he have seen? Later that night I couldn't sleep. What had compelled Louie to announce the exact time with no rational way of knowing? I did what one does when they want an answer to someting fast. I plugged "4:48" into the oracle interwebs and felt my heart ping. The top hit was a verse from the Gospel of John. I do not claim a particular faith. This is simply the truth of my experience. The verse states: "Unless you people see signs and wonders, you will never believe." 2017 has been a year of signs and wonders. I have seen how we die and come to believe in the possibility that we never really do.

For 2018, may we continue to be on Mom Mom's watch. 🦋 ...

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I was buttoning up his shirt when he leaned in for a loving head nuzzle. I asked him if we could capture the moment.

#myfathermyheart #iamacaregiver #dayinanddayout #endalz #alzheimers #facesofcare #fightwithyourheart #alzheimerscaregiver #tendernessisstrength

I was buttoning up his shirt when he leaned in for a loving head nuzzle. I asked him if we could capture the moment.

#myfathermyheart #iamacaregiver #dayinanddayout #endalz #alzheimers #facesofcare #fightwithyourheart #alzheimerscaregiver #tendernessisstrength ...

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In writing this I feel like I'm trying to organize the shattered remains of a delicate heirloom. I turn each fragment over in my hands examining its edges asking: Where do you fit? And how did it come to this? The pieces are so fragile, so barely capable of being held. They disintegrate under the weight of my gaze, within the scrutiny of my questions. In this way does someone with dementia become invisible. In this way does a caregiver disappear. The dusty residue fills the fine lines on my fingertips. 💜

I have been struggling for two and a half months to write an update on our path through this disease process. I have been at an utter loss for words. .
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#iamacaregiver #thisisalz #myfathermyheart #alzheimersdaughter #alzheimersdisease #endalz #alzheimers #dementia #insomnia #psychosis #hallucinations #despair #grief #akathisia #exhaustion #invisibility #facesofcare #caregiver #heartache #fightwithyourheart

In writing this I feel like I'm trying to organize the shattered remains of a delicate heirloom. I turn each fragment over in my hands examining its edges asking: Where do you fit? And how did it come to this? The pieces are so fragile, so barely capable of being held. They disintegrate under the weight of my gaze, within the scrutiny of my questions. In this way does someone with dementia become invisible. In this way does a caregiver disappear. The dusty residue fills the fine lines on my fingertips. 💜

I have been struggling for two and a half months to write an update on our path through this disease process. I have been at an utter loss for words. .
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#iamacaregiver #thisisalz #myfathermyheart #alzheimersdaughter #alzheimersdisease #endalz #alzheimers #dementia #insomnia #psychosis #hallucinations #despair #grief #akathisia #exhaustion #invisibility #facesofcare #caregiver #heartache #fightwithyourheart ...

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5 months ago, I attended a Town Hall event hosted by my district congressman @repandykimnj. During that event, the subject of Alzheimer's and dementia care came up. As a volunteer advocate for the @alzassociation and the ambassador to Congressman Kim, it is my job to make him aware of our federal legislative priorities and help illuminate for him the ways his team can support constituents facing a dementia diagnosis. I realized at that town hall that I had a bit more work to do... I went straight home and started writing Andy a letter. In the midst of writing, my phone rang. When I answered, I heard: "Elizabeth, this is Andy Kim." I was in awe, elated and so intensely grateful for his call. Andy had recognized there was more work for us to do together; our commitment to the Alzheimer's community was synchronized. Since then, I have been working closely with my great friend and inspirer @jeff_borghoff along with members of Congressman Kim's district team - the beauteous, wondrous Lynette pictured here who is a family caregiver herself for a mom with Alzheimer's and also the ED of Caregiver Volunteers of Central Jersey. Here we are today at the final planning meeting before our National Family Caregivers Month Summit where we'll be bringing together caregivers, policy leaders, physicians, other members of the medical community, and a diverse constituency of care providing agencies from our district. Our goal is to spark a conversation and ultimately to integrate, strengthen, and make accessible the network of care supports available to those in our community who are on the dementia journey. Every single nanosecond of this work is fueled by my grief, heartache, longing, and HOPE. 💜🙏💜

5 months ago, I attended a Town Hall event hosted by my district congressman @repandykimnj. During that event, the subject of Alzheimer's and dementia care came up. As a volunteer advocate for the @alzassociation and the ambassador to Congressman Kim, it is my job to make him aware of our federal legislative priorities and help illuminate for him the ways his team can support constituents facing a dementia diagnosis. I realized at that town hall that I had a bit more work to do... I went straight home and started writing Andy a letter. In the midst of writing, my phone rang. When I answered, I heard: "Elizabeth, this is Andy Kim." I was in awe, elated and so intensely grateful for his call. Andy had recognized there was more work for us to do together; our commitment to the Alzheimer's community was synchronized. Since then, I have been working closely with my great friend and inspirer @jeff_borghoff along with members of Congressman Kim's district team - the beauteous, wondrous Lynette pictured here who is a family caregiver herself for a mom with Alzheimer's and also the ED of Caregiver Volunteers of Central Jersey. Here we are today at the final planning meeting before our National Family Caregivers Month Summit where we'll be bringing together caregivers, policy leaders, physicians, other members of the medical community, and a diverse constituency of care providing agencies from our district. Our goal is to spark a conversation and ultimately to integrate, strengthen, and make accessible the network of care supports available to those in our community who are on the dementia journey. Every single nanosecond of this work is fueled by my grief, heartache, longing, and HOPE. 💜🙏💜 ...

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National Alzheimer's Dinner!

I can't even tell you how much I love these people! I can't wait to bring our collective passion and voice to the Hill tomorrow. 💜

#alzforum #endalz
@alzassociation @alzimpact @alzdelval

National Alzheimer's Dinner!

I can't even tell you how much I love these people! I can't wait to bring our collective passion and voice to the Hill tomorrow. 💜

#alzforum #endalz
@alzassociation @alzimpact @alzdelval ...

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The Longest Day

I looked back into my journal from this day last year. My mother had been dead for just over 4 months and I was still thrashing beneath the weight of my grief. At least that’s how I wrote about it then. I used myself up trying to fight it off. I was claustrophobic of my own skin. I’d go to the gym trying to sweat through the pain and I’d wind up collapsed in a heap unable to restrain hysterics. I couldn’t find space for myself. Anywhere. Meanwhile, I was still caring for Dad day in and day out. I was greedy for quiet and isolation. I spent so many days in a stupor while also looking everywhere, and desperately, for signs of her. One morning while Dad was at his day center I dragged a chair out onto our lawn. It was a humid morning and almost immediately sweat was beading along my hairline. Salt and water. This is what I had come to. I felt sticky and itchy. Uncomfortable and restless. A breeze must have come then and on it the memory of her touch. I felt her smoothing my hair back. It was a delicious kind of pain.
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We went away to the beach that summer. The entire family for an entire week. I looked for her every day. During a long bike ride down the coast Casey rolled over some glass and caught a flat. We were 8 miles from home so we called for a ride and waited. He stayed roadside but I walked out onto the beach. For an hour I traced spirals into the sand falling to my knees now and then to unearth some glimmer of her. I saw her in everything. .
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Later that summer I found solace in a line from Clarissa Pinkola Estes: “This is our meditation practice - calling back the dead and dismembered aspects of ourselves, calling back the dead and dismembered aspects of life itself.” As a caregiver for two parents with dementia, not only did I feel dismembered, I wasn’t sure I could put myself back together in the right order. I couldn’t go back to who I had been. As my friend Joni @days_with_mom_and_dad_by_js shared in the wake of her father’s passing: “I will never be the same.” Same. From the root “together with.” I will never be together with her again. (Continued in comments)

The Longest Day

I looked back into my journal from this day last year. My mother had been dead for just over 4 months and I was still thrashing beneath the weight of my grief. At least that’s how I wrote about it then. I used myself up trying to fight it off. I was claustrophobic of my own skin. I’d go to the gym trying to sweat through the pain and I’d wind up collapsed in a heap unable to restrain hysterics. I couldn’t find space for myself. Anywhere. Meanwhile, I was still caring for Dad day in and day out. I was greedy for quiet and isolation. I spent so many days in a stupor while also looking everywhere, and desperately, for signs of her. One morning while Dad was at his day center I dragged a chair out onto our lawn. It was a humid morning and almost immediately sweat was beading along my hairline. Salt and water. This is what I had come to. I felt sticky and itchy. Uncomfortable and restless. A breeze must have come then and on it the memory of her touch. I felt her smoothing my hair back. It was a delicious kind of pain.
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We went away to the beach that summer. The entire family for an entire week. I looked for her every day. During a long bike ride down the coast Casey rolled over some glass and caught a flat. We were 8 miles from home so we called for a ride and waited. He stayed roadside but I walked out onto the beach. For an hour I traced spirals into the sand falling to my knees now and then to unearth some glimmer of her. I saw her in everything. .
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Later that summer I found solace in a line from Clarissa Pinkola Estes: “This is our meditation practice - calling back the dead and dismembered aspects of ourselves, calling back the dead and dismembered aspects of life itself.” As a caregiver for two parents with dementia, not only did I feel dismembered, I wasn’t sure I could put myself back together in the right order. I couldn’t go back to who I had been. As my friend Joni @days_with_mom_and_dad_by_js shared in the wake of her father’s passing: “I will never be the same.” Same. From the root “together with.” I will never be together with her again. (Continued in comments) ...

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I am heading to the Alzheimer's Association advocacy forum kicking off in DC this weekend and I know I'm supposed to be fighting but all I want to do is remember. I don't want to fight against who they are and who they have been. I want to remember. I am made of this. Made from them. Made from seven years of giving everything - body heart mind soul everything - to their care. I want to remember. 💜

#alzforum #endalz #alzheimersandbrainawarenessmonth

@alzassociation @alzimpact

I am heading to the Alzheimer's Association advocacy forum kicking off in DC this weekend and I know I'm supposed to be fighting but all I want to do is remember. I don't want to fight against who they are and who they have been. I want to remember. I am made of this. Made from them. Made from seven years of giving everything - body heart mind soul everything - to their care. I want to remember. 💜

#alzforum #endalz #alzheimersandbrainawarenessmonth

@alzassociation @alzimpact ...

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I spent the weekend remembering. .
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I spent the weekend remembering. .
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#momma #iamacaregiver #lovesofmylife #bestfriends #butterflymedicine #respite #lowbushblueberries #echinacea #monarch #blackswallowtail #tigerswallowtail #frittilary #lepidoptera #nectaring ...

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My brother and I got a little rained on enroute to the Senate Committee on Aging hearing (Changing the Trajectory of Alzheimer's) but the rain felt so refreshing after a powerful day of meetings with our NJ legislators and their staff. A thousand thank yous to @corybooker @senatormenendez & @reptmac for listening to our many stories, for supporting Alzheimer's research funding, for helping amplify the need for palliative and hospice care training, and for working with us to recognize Alzheimer's disease as a public health crisis. Also, deep gratitude to @sensusancollins and @catherinecortezmastofornv for introducing, sponsoring, and wholeheartedly championing the BOLD Infrastructure for Alzheimer's Act. Today's hearing was incredible!
#endalz #alzforum @alzassociation @alzimpact
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#iamacaregiver #alzheimers #dementia #advcocacy #washingtondc #dayonthehill #alzheimersdaughter #alzheimersandbrainawarenessmonth #thelongestday

My brother and I got a little rained on enroute to the Senate Committee on Aging hearing (Changing the Trajectory of Alzheimer's) but the rain felt so refreshing after a powerful day of meetings with our NJ legislators and their staff. A thousand thank yous to @corybooker @senatormenendez & @reptmac for listening to our many stories, for supporting Alzheimer's research funding, for helping amplify the need for palliative and hospice care training, and for working with us to recognize Alzheimer's disease as a public health crisis. Also, deep gratitude to @sensusancollins and @catherinecortezmastofornv for introducing, sponsoring, and wholeheartedly championing the BOLD Infrastructure for Alzheimer's Act. Today's hearing was incredible!
#endalz #alzforum @alzassociation @alzimpact
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#iamacaregiver #alzheimers #dementia #advcocacy #washingtondc #dayonthehill #alzheimersdaughter #alzheimersandbrainawarenessmonth #thelongestday ...

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Post "Poopocalyptic" Bliss.
It's been a while since I've had to use that word: poopocalypse. Which... This could turn into a profoundly more graphic discussion, or you could just imagine?? The clean version, which is much less despairing than the dirty one, looks like my dad's smile and smells like a freshly bathed human + bleach and carpet cleaner. Being a care partner for someone with dementia often means being involved with every single function of that person's body. At times, this feels like a shuddering horror. More often, I recognize it as the most intimate honor ever bestowed upon me.

Post "Poopocalyptic" Bliss.
It's been a while since I've had to use that word: poopocalypse. Which... This could turn into a profoundly more graphic discussion, or you could just imagine?? The clean version, which is much less despairing than the dirty one, looks like my dad's smile and smells like a freshly bathed human + bleach and carpet cleaner. Being a care partner for someone with dementia often means being involved with every single function of that person's body. At times, this feels like a shuddering horror. More often, I recognize it as the most intimate honor ever bestowed upon me. ...

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The sweetest sleepy face I have ever rested eyes upon... #myfathermyheart #iamacaregiver #endalz

The sweetest sleepy face I have ever rested eyes upon... #myfathermyheart #iamacaregiver #endalz ...

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Wishing you all a very sweet weekend 🧡🍁🧠🌻🐛

Wishing you all a very sweet weekend 🧡🍁🧠🌻🐛 ...

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TAPESTRY

Ever since they were boys, my father and his brother Sam worked side-by-side 6 days a week running the family upholstery shop. A. Brood & Sons. That store was the lifeblood of our family. Brood Fabrics. I hear those words in Uncle Sam's voice, answering the phone whenever I called over to the store to talk with Dad. I hear his bird song whistle traveling out from his office loft, drifting down through the bolts of mohair, silk, chenille to capture Dad's attention on the shop floor below. That store was the evolution of a dream. A dream realized by their Jewish father after he made a home in Philadelphia following his emigration from Poland just prior to WWII. That store was the foundation our family was built upon. My father and his brother carried their father's dream forward as long as they could until a complexity of circumstances (including Dad's Alzheimer's diagnosis) forced them into retirement in 2010. My father was 76 at the time. Uncle Sam was 80. If you were to count up all the hours in their lives, they may have spent the majority of them together. Brothers, business partners, best friends, soul companions. After the store closed, for years whenever the brothers would speak their conversations were saturated with longing for the days they spent together on 4th Street on Fabric Row. Even now, many days Dad will emerge from a revery asking for a ride to the store. Whenever he is in despair or feeling gripped by his anxiety, he will ask for his brother Sam. "I need to call my brother Sam. I need to talk to Sam. Please help me get my brother Sam on the line." We took my father to see his brother for the last time on Saturday morning. We sat Dad by Sam, guided their hands together, and let them be that way for a while - drifting through dilaudid and dementia induced haze. In that state I felt their yearning as well as their peace. Woven together, they lived for and within each other.

Sam slipped from his body yesterday afternoon trailing threads into the other world. We cling to the opposite end of this distance. The gravity of our loss pulls the wrinkles from the weaving revealing an intricate tapestry of family and love.

#family #love

TAPESTRY

Ever since they were boys, my father and his brother Sam worked side-by-side 6 days a week running the family upholstery shop. A. Brood & Sons. That store was the lifeblood of our family. Brood Fabrics. I hear those words in Uncle Sam's voice, answering the phone whenever I called over to the store to talk with Dad. I hear his bird song whistle traveling out from his office loft, drifting down through the bolts of mohair, silk, chenille to capture Dad's attention on the shop floor below. That store was the evolution of a dream. A dream realized by their Jewish father after he made a home in Philadelphia following his emigration from Poland just prior to WWII. That store was the foundation our family was built upon. My father and his brother carried their father's dream forward as long as they could until a complexity of circumstances (including Dad's Alzheimer's diagnosis) forced them into retirement in 2010. My father was 76 at the time. Uncle Sam was 80. If you were to count up all the hours in their lives, they may have spent the majority of them together. Brothers, business partners, best friends, soul companions. After the store closed, for years whenever the brothers would speak their conversations were saturated with longing for the days they spent together on 4th Street on Fabric Row. Even now, many days Dad will emerge from a revery asking for a ride to the store. Whenever he is in despair or feeling gripped by his anxiety, he will ask for his brother Sam. "I need to call my brother Sam. I need to talk to Sam. Please help me get my brother Sam on the line." We took my father to see his brother for the last time on Saturday morning. We sat Dad by Sam, guided their hands together, and let them be that way for a while - drifting through dilaudid and dementia induced haze. In that state I felt their yearning as well as their peace. Woven together, they lived for and within each other.

Sam slipped from his body yesterday afternoon trailing threads into the other world. We cling to the opposite end of this distance. The gravity of our loss pulls the wrinkles from the weaving revealing an intricate tapestry of family and love.

#family #love ...

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Five years of senior prom photos from dad's day program. This day has always been one of our most joy-filled of the year. Though today was coupled with heartaches too enormous for me to tell. Joy and sorrow are always resting against each other - sitting back to back, knees curled into their chests, tears streaming down their faces.
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Five years of senior prom photos from dad's day program. This day has always been one of our most joy-filled of the year. Though today was coupled with heartaches too enormous for me to tell. Joy and sorrow are always resting against each other - sitting back to back, knees curled into their chests, tears streaming down their faces.
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"Are these words or tears? Is weeping speech? What shall I do, my love?" -Rumi
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Pics from today's National Family Caregivers Month Summit in NJ District 3 hosted by Congressman Andy Kim. Andy promised me months ago that he would not only cosponsor legislation to help increase care and support for families touched by dementia but that he would also work to weave together and amplify the already existing supports plus help to build a more robust, systemic infrastructure to help address the diverse needs of our community. I am so grateful to all the providers, caregivers, educators, and policy leaders who gave voice to this conversation today and came out to represent the people they serve. There was so much depth, presence, creativity, and care in that room. 💜
Every millimoment of this work is buoyed by my father's pride and by the everpresensence of my momma's love. #nationalfamilycaregiversmonth #iamacaregiver #endalz #alzimpact #alzforum #dementia #alzheimers #alzheimersdaughter #becarecurious

Pics from today's National Family Caregivers Month Summit in NJ District 3 hosted by Congressman Andy Kim. Andy promised me months ago that he would not only cosponsor legislation to help increase care and support for families touched by dementia but that he would also work to weave together and amplify the already existing supports plus help to build a more robust, systemic infrastructure to help address the diverse needs of our community. I am so grateful to all the providers, caregivers, educators, and policy leaders who gave voice to this conversation today and came out to represent the people they serve. There was so much depth, presence, creativity, and care in that room. 💜
Every millimoment of this work is buoyed by my father's pride and by the everpresensence of my momma's love. #nationalfamilycaregiversmonth #iamacaregiver #endalz #alzimpact #alzforum #dementia #alzheimers #alzheimersdaughter #becarecurious ...

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My eyes are closed. What do you see?

My eyes are closed. What do you see? ...

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These first waking moments feel soft and immeasurable. If only I could tuck our whole lives into them...⁣⁣⁣
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The following Robert Bly poem took my breath away when I heard it the other day:
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KEEPING OUR SMALL BOAT AFLOAT⁣⁣⁣
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So many blessings have been given to us⁣⁣⁣
During the first distribution of light, that we are⁣⁣⁣
Admired in a thousand galaxies for our grief.⁣⁣⁣
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Don’t expect us to appreciate creation or to⁣⁣⁣
Avoid mistakes. Each of us is a latecomer⁣⁣⁣
To the earth, picking up wood for the fire.⁣⁣⁣
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Every night another beam of light slips out⁣⁣⁣
From the oyster’s closed eye. So don’t give up hope⁣⁣⁣
that the door of mercy may still be open.⁣⁣⁣
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Seth and Shem, tell me, are you still grieving⁣⁣⁣
Over the spark of light that descended with no⁣⁣⁣
Defender near into the Egypt of Mary’s womb?⁣⁣⁣
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It’s hard to grasp how much generosity⁣⁣⁣
Is involved in letting us go on breathing,⁣⁣⁣
When we contribute nothing valuable but our grief.⁣⁣⁣
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Each of us deserves to be forgiven, if only for⁣⁣⁣
Our persistence in keeping our small boat afloat⁣⁣⁣
When so many have gone down in the storm.⁣⁣
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These first waking moments feel soft and immeasurable. If only I could tuck our whole lives into them...⁣⁣⁣
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The following Robert Bly poem took my breath away when I heard it the other day:
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KEEPING OUR SMALL BOAT AFLOAT⁣⁣⁣
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So many blessings have been given to us⁣⁣⁣
During the first distribution of light, that we are⁣⁣⁣
Admired in a thousand galaxies for our grief.⁣⁣⁣
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Don’t expect us to appreciate creation or to⁣⁣⁣
Avoid mistakes. Each of us is a latecomer⁣⁣⁣
To the earth, picking up wood for the fire.⁣⁣⁣
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Every night another beam of light slips out⁣⁣⁣
From the oyster’s closed eye. So don’t give up hope⁣⁣⁣
that the door of mercy may still be open.⁣⁣⁣
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Seth and Shem, tell me, are you still grieving⁣⁣⁣
Over the spark of light that descended with no⁣⁣⁣
Defender near into the Egypt of Mary’s womb?⁣⁣⁣
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It’s hard to grasp how much generosity⁣⁣⁣
Is involved in letting us go on breathing,⁣⁣⁣
When we contribute nothing valuable but our grief.⁣⁣⁣
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Each of us deserves to be forgiven, if only for⁣⁣⁣
Our persistence in keeping our small boat afloat⁣⁣⁣
When so many have gone down in the storm.⁣⁣
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Morning sweetness. Morning joy. Morning births a moment where everything that has been forgotten is forgotten and everything that we have ever remembered re-members us.

Morning sweetness. Morning joy. Morning births a moment where everything that has been forgotten is forgotten and everything that we have ever remembered re-members us. ...

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An epic day of adventuring in the capitol with the loves of my life! A new holiday tradition has been born.
#myfamilymyheart #fightwithyourheart #iamacaregiver #endalz #holidaytradition #washingtondc #capitolhill #smithsonian #airandspacemuseum #nationalportraitgallery #washingtonmonument #presidentspark

An epic day of adventuring in the capitol with the loves of my life! A new holiday tradition has been born.
#myfamilymyheart #fightwithyourheart #iamacaregiver #endalz #holidaytradition #washingtondc #capitolhill #smithsonian #airandspacemuseum #nationalportraitgallery #washingtonmonument #presidentspark ...

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Portrait of my heart: Thanksgiving 2017.

#thanksgiving2017 #myfathermyheart #myhusbandmyheart #mylove #myfamilymyheart #fightwithyourheart #iamacaregiver #endalz

Portrait of my heart: Thanksgiving 2017.

#thanksgiving2017 #myfathermyheart #myhusbandmyheart #mylove #myfamilymyheart #fightwithyourheart #iamacaregiver #endalz ...

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I wasn't expecting the surge of heartache that took my breath away and filled my eyes with tears while standing at the postal counter this morning watching the worker cut open the first pack of Alzheimer's stamps to be released into my local community. These stamps are available starting today and a portion of their sale will go to the NIH to help fund research to #endalz. The woman being helped next to me looked over with such recognition and tenderness in her eyes and the only words she uttered were "my mom." .

Mom. Momma. Mother. Mine. Too. Father. Also. .

Now four of us are in tears and we're feeling the kind of pain that comes from loss, from knowing the horrors of this disease. And also the kind of pain that comes with hope. We have a fighting chance. Especially when we come together. .

I wasn't expecting the surge of heartache this morning but in its swell I was carried by a deep and instantaneous sense of community. With a love like that who knows what else is possible.

#alzheimersstamp #alzheimers
#alzheimersawareness
#iamacaregiver #community #connection #recognition #love #mycommunitymyheart #fightwithyourheart #uspostalservice #postoffice

I wasn't expecting the surge of heartache that took my breath away and filled my eyes with tears while standing at the postal counter this morning watching the worker cut open the first pack of Alzheimer's stamps to be released into my local community. These stamps are available starting today and a portion of their sale will go to the NIH to help fund research to #endalz. The woman being helped next to me looked over with such recognition and tenderness in her eyes and the only words she uttered were "my mom." .

Mom. Momma. Mother. Mine. Too. Father. Also. .

Now four of us are in tears and we're feeling the kind of pain that comes from loss, from knowing the horrors of this disease. And also the kind of pain that comes with hope. We have a fighting chance. Especially when we come together. .

I wasn't expecting the surge of heartache this morning but in its swell I was carried by a deep and instantaneous sense of community. With a love like that who knows what else is possible.

#alzheimersstamp #alzheimers
#alzheimersawareness
#iamacaregiver #community #connection #recognition #love #mycommunitymyheart #fightwithyourheart #uspostalservice #postoffice ...

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The only thing I wanted for my birthday this year was to finally have the chance to meet the @howtofeedasenior crew - my longtime Instagram penpal @ashleylook1 and her dad KoolBob. Casey and I have spent the past week in Florida making this dream come true! I am still in awe that a pound sign followed by a few simple words brought me together with this friend. It feels like we have known each other forever!

#thepowerofhashtags #dreamcometrue

The only thing I wanted for my birthday this year was to finally have the chance to meet the @howtofeedasenior crew - my longtime Instagram penpal @ashleylook1 and her dad KoolBob. Casey and I have spent the past week in Florida making this dream come true! I am still in awe that a pound sign followed by a few simple words brought me together with this friend. It feels like we have known each other forever!

#thepowerofhashtags #dreamcometrue ...

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They wrote from Dad's day program to tell me he'd been feeling down today... until he painted this flower. It reminds me of the flowers Momma used to draw. Nearly 5 years ago to the day she was sitting at our kitchen table coloring this spring scene. I cannot tell you all the ways I miss her. I have been thinking a lot about grief as I watch my garden transform from a brown tangle of last year's growth into a multi-colored patch of perennial flowers - life everywhere rising through death. And it strikes me again how intertwined they are.
#lifeanddeath #grief #healing

They wrote from Dad's day program to tell me he'd been feeling down today... until he painted this flower. It reminds me of the flowers Momma used to draw. Nearly 5 years ago to the day she was sitting at our kitchen table coloring this spring scene. I cannot tell you all the ways I miss her. I have been thinking a lot about grief as I watch my garden transform from a brown tangle of last year's growth into a multi-colored patch of perennial flowers - life everywhere rising through death. And it strikes me again how intertwined they are.
#lifeanddeath #grief #healing ...

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Dad's sister Fay is in from Phoenix this week so we brought her to his Tuesday singing lesson then toured downtown Haddonfield (which has been on her bucket list for years!) There is so much tenderness between these two... they kept reaching for each other's hands then their eyes would meet and tears would spring into them. Dad slipped his arm around her at one point exclaiming, "This is my favorite aunt!" Aunt, sister, beloved woman I adore. Once again an instance where the words don't matter because the heart in its pure and radiant enormity can't be confined to language.
#myfamilymyheart #brotherandsister #endalz #alzheimersawareness #love #tenderness #facesofcare #iamacaregiver #fightwithyourheart

Dad's sister Fay is in from Phoenix this week so we brought her to his Tuesday singing lesson then toured downtown Haddonfield (which has been on her bucket list for years!) There is so much tenderness between these two... they kept reaching for each other's hands then their eyes would meet and tears would spring into them. Dad slipped his arm around her at one point exclaiming, "This is my favorite aunt!" Aunt, sister, beloved woman I adore. Once again an instance where the words don't matter because the heart in its pure and radiant enormity can't be confined to language.
#myfamilymyheart #brotherandsister #endalz #alzheimersawareness #love #tenderness #facesofcare #iamacaregiver #fightwithyourheart ...

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#MyAlzStory
My mother did not live to see this birthday. She would have turned 67. Every single day I feel the blackhearted monster that took her from me breathing its sickly breath down my neck. I try to imagine her arms around me but it's like I'm freefalling. There is so much happening that I can't feel anything. I am hollow. But how can emptiness be so heavy? Because my chest is caving in from the weight of her absence.
#endalz #grief #emptiness #thisisalz #alzheimersandbrainawarenessmonth #abam #dementia #alzheimers #iamacaregiver #thisisalzheimers #facesofcare #daughtersunite #fightwithyourheart

#MyAlzStory
My mother did not live to see this birthday. She would have turned 67. Every single day I feel the blackhearted monster that took her from me breathing its sickly breath down my neck. I try to imagine her arms around me but it's like I'm freefalling. There is so much happening that I can't feel anything. I am hollow. But how can emptiness be so heavy? Because my chest is caving in from the weight of her absence.
#endalz #grief #emptiness #thisisalz #alzheimersandbrainawarenessmonth #abam #dementia #alzheimers #iamacaregiver #thisisalzheimers #facesofcare #daughtersunite #fightwithyourheart ...

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Little Lou and I went strawberry picking today then hurried back to welcome Poppop home from his day program and present him with our bounty! 🍓💜🍓
#myfamilymyheart #strawberrypicking #strawberryseason #gardenstate #poppop #endalz #facesofcare

Little Lou and I went strawberry picking today then hurried back to welcome Poppop home from his day program and present him with our bounty! 🍓💜🍓
#myfamilymyheart #strawberrypicking #strawberryseason #gardenstate #poppop #endalz #facesofcare ...

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