Showing posts from June 3, 2012

Most Beautiful Letter

Below is the most beautiful email I have ever received. Emily said it was OK to share.
Everyone, please, please send David every thought of love that you can.

Dear Jayne,
Tonight the fireflies were out. I wait for this time every year - when the fireflies hatch and there are as many as the stars in the sky and they light up the fields. Phil and I sat on the bench and watched, and lightening flashed, and I saw a shooting star. And on the star I wished for peace for Dad. And I remembered the Loving Kindness Meditation.

It goes like this:

May you be mentally happy.

May you be physically happy.

May you be safe.

May you have ease of well-being.
And while you repeat the meditation over and over, you hold a mental picture of the person you are saying it for. And it felt like just the right prayer for Dad, and I thought that if god were anywhere, god was in that field - in the fireflies, in the lightening, in the chirping birds, and in the shooting star.

I am sharing it with you because it …

Letter to my David

Dearest David
This time twelve years ago I was in London with your engagement ring on my finger and we both were wondering what on earth we were doing after only such a short time of knowing one another.

Tonight I sit here, glued to the sofa, too nervous to move, because moving means I see something else that reminds me that you are in hospital and not somewhere in the house.

After these eight years of handling Alzheimer's, I know I was right in saying that I will long for the time when you ask for my attention and all I want is to watch TV.

I know I will see you tomorrow and our passports will be in the car, just in case I follow that desire to smuggle you out in a laundry cart. I've said it before - we could live as two loonies on a beach.
I'm sorry Doctors and best hospitals in the world, I'm struggling to agree that keeping Alzheimer's patients in a scary hospital is a good idea. Yes I know its temporary. This is the part in the movie where I go to medical scho…

Was Batman a care giver?

Batman woke up one morning at three am, which was pretty disappointing as he had finally gone to bed at 1am. He hadn't had a busy night of villain fighting.  In fact he had just sat in his dressing gown under a blanket watching reality shows and comedies on the television. Feeling nothing.
At three am, knowing returning to sleep was impossible, he put his bat suit in the washing machine and spent an hour tidying Robins room who was away for the night on a personal voyage.
Desperate to find peace, Batman browsed his library of positive thinking books. Nothing grabbed his attention, they only added to his discontentment. Dreams were not in reach, there were no vibrations and soul savers hiking in mountains to find their peace was as obvious as getting fries at McDonalds.
How do you  find your peace when you live in Gotham City? Emptying his mind made room for further thoughts. Even the Oreo cookies were stale.
The hardest thing about his job he realized was the constant disbelief an…