tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post2480190332003962742..comments2024-01-01T10:05:13.685-05:00Comments on YOUR DAILY DOSE: M is for MemoriesRobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14932408372240147454noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-18809435272690417502011-04-11T10:25:40.935-04:002011-04-11T10:25:40.935-04:00I know what it is like to mess with the adrenal gl...I know what it is like to mess with the adrenal gland. I worked a stressful situation several years ago and the doc said I had no adrenaline left to fight or flight with. I am sorry your dad can't remember all those beautiful memories, but as long as he still remembers you, that is what counts! Glad you are back!Quiltingrannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-29119922109798552352011-04-07T10:04:21.599-04:002011-04-07T10:04:21.599-04:00Kudos to you for taking this journey.. And altho y...Kudos to you for taking this journey.. And altho your Dad may not remember, you do, you will.. You will be the memory keeper.. A sad but inspirational post. Thank you.<br /><br />PS- Try holding the shift key down when you hit enter for your spacing issues. I had the same issue and it worked for me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-21774011554045486352011-04-05T23:57:45.876-04:002011-04-05T23:57:45.876-04:00That sucks that he can't remember...alot of ti...That sucks that he can't remember...alot of times things in life just don't turn out the way we wish they would. I keep having this fantasty that some day my mom and I will sit down and have this big heart to heart...There is a movie I love called one true thing....and in it the mother is dying and she wants to tell her daughter "the deep things'...and the daughter says 'okay'...and says "what mom, what do you want to say"..<br />and she says "I don't know'. <br />I loved that...<br />because even if we could ball up all the love we have for someone, and distill it into a conversation..it still wouldn't cover it. Love that deep can only be expressed in the day to day...it's too big to put into words. He knows you love him. I am glad you got to spend time with him. Hugs to you robin.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13708815560712267698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-70030886627118148762011-04-05T23:13:50.393-04:002011-04-05T23:13:50.393-04:00The thing is that I don't think my father suff...The thing is that I don't think my father suffers from senile dementia.Picking up Womenhttp://www.lawofdating.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-80684203979137720612011-04-04T23:18:00.273-04:002011-04-04T23:18:00.273-04:00Hugs, Robin. Lots and lots of hugs.Hugs, Robin. Lots and lots of hugs.Lira Kellermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17642476041389723474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-61263630471680169462011-04-04T21:15:55.914-04:002011-04-04T21:15:55.914-04:00Robin: Have you tried Blog This? You can type your...Robin: Have you tried <i>Blog This?</i> You can type your posts right in the screen, with spacing, and post it to <i>Blogger.</i><br /><br />Be well, my friend.JJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14692103477055483000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-24884411444185071722011-04-04T17:54:55.775-04:002011-04-04T17:54:55.775-04:00As selfish as it sounds, I remember how hard it wa...As selfish as it sounds, I remember how hard it was when my mom started forgetting the the "big ones" - like my birthday. I just had to keep reminding myself that it was the disease and that didn't mean for one second that she didn't love me. Mind you, that's something that's much easier said than done in situations like this and it still stung like hell too.<br /><br />I know this has been a devastatingly hard road Rob, but being there with your dad truly is the best thing that you can do, not just for him... but for yourself. Even with the painful moments. <br /><br />I apologize for not stopping by sooner, but I've been a bit AWOL from the world myself lately. That aside, please know that I'm always here for you and that you and your dad are in my thoughts and my prayers every day.<br /><br />Love and Blessings,<br />~MMary Sullivan Frasierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10796241299065062308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-16461617113806487972011-04-04T13:12:28.146-04:002011-04-04T13:12:28.146-04:00Oh, the shared memories are so precious! It's...Oh, the shared memories are so precious! It's almost as though something didn't happen if we're the only ones who remember; sometimes it makes me wonder if I invented something, am remembering a dream, or what ... very disconcerting. And it's such an important way to reassert a bond when you can both participate in the memory. I'm so sorry you lost so much of that with your dad. But I love the picture -- you hanging on to him, so as not to lose him; and him clearly happy to be with you, to any degree ....Yenta Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06573241381406620036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-72954059867114003962011-04-04T11:31:14.115-04:002011-04-04T11:31:14.115-04:00Thank you for coming by and your kind comments.
I...Thank you for coming by and your kind comments.<br /><br />I know it is extremely difficult for you right now but time spent even if a little is precious.<br />Hugs to you!<br />~Naila MoonMichelle aka Naila Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14085797149191658262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-16598607633732977282011-04-04T09:20:03.705-04:002011-04-04T09:20:03.705-04:00Stop beating yourself up, Robin. You don't des...Stop beating yourself up, Robin. You don't deserve that. As some of us deteriorate physically, we become more infantile. Love him like a newborn and cherish the farewell time if you can. So hard, I know... My heart is with you.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02852119592451618703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-37024865216585386542011-04-04T08:00:01.840-04:002011-04-04T08:00:01.840-04:00I remember those same frustrations with my grandda...I remember those same frustrations with my granddaddy YEARS, EONS ago. My brother came in with his navy uniform on and granddaddy called him by Grandmother's youngest brother's name. It crushed my brother. But there were some bright spots too- when he did remember something and told about it. Take what he can give you and treasure it--even if it's just a little.Empty Nesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14060983954463697344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-78100393723324903962011-04-04T00:20:39.445-04:002011-04-04T00:20:39.445-04:00That Sara Evans song makes me think of my sister. ...That Sara Evans song makes me think of my sister. It is my go to song for thinking about her right now as there were lessons about her hidden within my trip with my nephew. Thank God they are a bit gentle, these lessons. That's what I need right now. <br />It is so tough to realize that some things that we may have counted on are not exactly as they seem. I will hope for you that some level of peace comes to you about your Dad. I am so glad every time I see that you have posted something. It makes me know that you are O.K. in some fashion.'Yellow Rose' Jasminehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12496382898548158316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-6219686905770704512011-04-04T00:14:33.267-04:002011-04-04T00:14:33.267-04:00It's good to "see" you around... of ...It's good to "see" you around... of course, I've been AWOL as well... we all get old... and older, if we are lucky.<br /><br />The important thing is that YOU can remember those things, Ms Robin... When my Dad had his stroke, I knew he wasn't going to make it. I started journaling. My 'Dad's Death Journal' turned into my divorce journal just a few months later. I am so glad I wrote so much down about my Dad and family. I hope you are doing the same thing...<br /><br />*huggles*<br /><br />Always...<br /><br />~shoes~Red Shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01919277206516592912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-14870518793912867232011-04-03T23:33:04.946-04:002011-04-03T23:33:04.946-04:00Blogger is driving me crazy. I have done everythi...Blogger is driving me crazy. I have done everything I can to put spacing into that blog and NOTHING works. I know that it is awful reading it like that. My apologies....Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14932408372240147454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-14506735964199210662011-04-03T23:26:01.282-04:002011-04-03T23:26:01.282-04:00I know it's frustration for you as well as you...I know it's frustration for you as well as your dad. I have a hard time with that with my mom. No, she's not sick like your dad, but she's forgetting what I consider important things in my life. Things that happened long ago. Meh! Anyway, yes, it's frustrating for you but instead of focusing on the past so much, try to focus on the present, and create as many new memories as you can. Big hugs!!!Yvonnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318801159753696568.post-24332029300475327122011-04-03T23:21:34.102-04:002011-04-03T23:21:34.102-04:00My...I am so happy to read your words again.My...I am so happy to read your words again.Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com