Life Through My Eyes
One of the things I am most proud of is something I had zero control over. It’s being my Papa’s grand-daughter. I am, and will always be, #teamPapa. It’s been almost two years since we lost the gem and patriarch of our family, but his legacy is something I hope I will carry forward for …
It’s been a year, today, since our beloved Papa left us for a better place and it hasn’t gotten easier. I don’t know if it ever will. A year ago, when I saw him at the funeral home after his death, one of the first thoughts that entered my mind and remains to this day …
Both my paternal and maternal grandmothers, unfortunately, passed away before I was born. So, what I know of them is only through stories and pictures. 33 years ago today, my maternal grandmother passed away. Two days ago, it was my Papa’s birthday. His first birthday since his demise last March. If you know anything about …
Papa. Not only my maternal grandfather, but one of the most humble and nicest people I have ever encountered. I was just super lucky and beyond blessed to call him my grandfather. Most people, in fact, referred to him as Papa. Like he was a father figure to all. His generosity? Kindness? Affection? Wisdom? Knowledge? Knew …
I am no expert by any means, but I have very quickly picked up on some dos and don’ts for when dealing with those with a form of dementia and their families from recent encounters from my experience with Papa. These are my thoughts and thoughts alone! Not one of medical professionals, not my family members, …
Family is family and there is nothing like family. One of the hardest things I have had to do in a very long time [if not ever] was to say goodbye and head back home hours away this past Tuesday night after spending a wonderful week by Papa’s side. There is no one better to …
“… among you is he who is returned to the most decrepit [old] age so that he knows, after [once having] knowledge, nothing.” [22.5]. Dementia. I don’t know whether it’s nice to hate something, but I do. I hate dementia. With every ounce of me. It’s taken away my maternal grandfather mentally from us, and …
