I started writing this on 10 November. Tonight I did what I do just about every Thursday, which is watch a few episodes of The West Wing with my neighbor, Amanda. One of the episodes tonight revolved around a main character’s father battling Alzheimer’s and the feeling of loss that accompanies such a devastating illness. … Continue reading One Year Later
It's difficult for me to accept help. When Dad died, I had an outpouring of sympathy and offers for assistance, but I don't recall taking anyone up on it. I remember a few phone calls, people asking how I was doing. Fine. I'm always fine. In the quiet moments of the night, when I let … Continue reading Support
Like many kids, I grew up thinking my parents knew it all. Any question I had could be answered. Any problem I had could be solved. No matter what was going on, I knew I could turn to them for support and assistance. And like many kids, I remember the moment when that curtain fell.I … Continue reading Heroes
I never quite understood the Auld Lang Syne traditional song. May old acquaintances be forgot? No. I thrive on my interactions with people. If I shed the people from my life I would be a miserable person. I rather think it should be 'may old acquaintances be remembered' as people tend to forget others in … Continue reading Routine
Rhys' Pieces 