tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020836540211582257.post5768271457730516563..comments2023-06-19T07:00:00.581-07:00Comments on From the Planet Aphasia: Summer In CaregivervilleMisadventures of Widowhoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020836540211582257.post-90822595482681694582008-10-11T13:06:00.000-07:002008-10-11T13:06:00.000-07:00well life is full of ironieswell life is full of ironiesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020836540211582257.post-20560045946939709302008-06-18T19:20:00.000-07:002008-06-18T19:20:00.000-07:00Dewey's Gram,Your friend's story is very sad. I'm ...Dewey's Gram,<BR/><BR/>Your friend's story is very sad. I'm sorry for your loss. It's not easy watching close friends go through so much.<BR/><BR/>Blogging for me is therapeutic as you guessed. I love doing it and, believe it or not, Don and I do have more happy times than anything else. I try to live in the moment and not borrow trouble from the future. I could drive myself crazy if I did that. Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020836540211582257.post-1367725931169649812008-06-18T17:28:00.000-07:002008-06-18T17:28:00.000-07:00While taking the dogs for a long evening walk, I t...While taking the dogs for a long evening walk, I thought to myself, "Self, did you write that Don, the farmer, died on June 21, 2008?" "I think I did", I answered...how silly of me since June 21, 2008 has not yet arrived. Don died on May 21, 2008....almost a month now. See what happens when you only proof read something 10 times instead of 20?<BR/><BR/>Dewey Dewster's GramAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020836540211582257.post-71877221606902893932008-06-18T16:20:00.000-07:002008-06-18T16:20:00.000-07:00I’m sad that I haven’t visited your blog for somet...I’m sad that I haven’t visited your blog for sometime. Your thoughts, penned with such great emotion and immeasurable skill, are very touching to read. I think writing them must be very therapeutic for you. They certainly put a new perspective on the problems that arise for the caregiver of a stroke victim. It takes me back to a time long ago…..more than 35 years…when my father suffered a stroke Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020836540211582257.post-9259235423887274472008-06-17T09:35:00.000-07:002008-06-17T09:35:00.000-07:00The visual you draw is hilarious. I can picture t...The visual you draw is hilarious. I can picture the barking happening. Now when the barks take on their own language, that's when you need to listen. Could be they are planning something that might involve you. <BR/><BR/>Who knows? Maybe Don will find expression in the variety of tones he uses to bark. Maybe there is a whole language being spoken around you, and not just barking Jellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16344537498849918450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020836540211582257.post-81239198395906585062008-06-13T22:17:00.000-07:002008-06-13T22:17:00.000-07:00Life is indeed full of ironies. I am glad it is Fr...Life is indeed full of ironies. I am glad it is Friday, a light rain is falling and one member of the family, prone to Alzheimers, is now back from Colorado. Although accompanied by a caregiver to hear a vintage band performance, I did worry that she might veer left at the airport while the assistant veered right - and then who knows where she'd end up? But that was probably just guilt from not BookingAlonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04655376894890319257noreply@blogger.com