Because I can no longer drive, and because I have so much trouble understanding what to others would be simple directions, and because I've had to give up officiating at weddings, teaching Sunday School, and preaching, I am constantly aware of my Alzheimer's. So I long for distractions that take my mind off of it. A couple of times a week my daughter-in-law, Brandy, brings her kids over to read to me. After they are each done, I read to them. It's a very special time for me. And lately, Connie and I have been watching the Ken Burns film series on the history of country music. It has been so well done that for two hours each night I never have a thought about my Alzheimer's.
But there are times when being reminded of it is ok. This morning my old friend Sam Specht called just to let me know he was thinking about me. He asked me some questions about my situation but it was done in such a loving way and full of concern and empathy that I didn't mind it so much.
But now, in a few minutes, Connie and I are going to leave to get to an event with several of our church friends, and I and all of them will be reminded of it because Connie will be the one driving.
That is all for now.
But there are times when being reminded of it is ok. This morning my old friend Sam Specht called just to let me know he was thinking about me. He asked me some questions about my situation but it was done in such a loving way and full of concern and empathy that I didn't mind it so much.
But now, in a few minutes, Connie and I are going to leave to get to an event with several of our church friends, and I and all of them will be reminded of it because Connie will be the one driving.
That is all for now.
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