Karen Mead290 daysNine months and 17 days — the time that has passed since my Mom’s sentence with Alzheimer’s Disease was completed. Sleepless last night, I…Aug 8, 2018Aug 8, 2018
Karen MeadMoving onIn the past, I have never thought much about grief. When it appeared, it seemed easier to stuff it into some interior closet that will…Nov 4, 2017Nov 4, 2017
Karen Meadclosing thoughtsSunday night, as George Beverly Shea sang her favorite hymns, I held my hand over my mother’s heart as it slowly stopped beating. For 93…Oct 24, 2017Oct 24, 2017
Karen MeadI guess I was wrong…I thought that it would get easier. I thought that time would smooth the ragged edges of my heart — that there would be some kind of cosmic…Oct 2, 2017Oct 2, 2017
Karen MeadTurning a CornerWhen I started writing these notes, my intention was to remember this time in my life and to share it with some having the same…Aug 20, 2017Aug 20, 2017
Karen Mead“I’m Still Here”…me too“I’m still here” is a common declaration when discussing someone with Alzheimer’s Disease. We are reminded that, although often now hidden…Aug 4, 2017Aug 4, 2017
Karen MeadDazed…..and ConfusedWhen kids are young, it seems the conversation is always about schools and sports. On the flip side, when a loved one has dementia, the…Jul 22, 2017Jul 22, 2017
Karen MeadAlternative FactsMy mother has always had a pretty loose relationship with facts. Her benchmark has been the King James version of the Bible and Fox News…Jul 15, 20171Jul 15, 20171
Karen MeadTwo SelvesI’m usually a glass half full, tomorrow’s another day, smile first kinda girl. Granted this may be aided with copious milligrams of Zoloft…Jul 8, 2017Jul 8, 2017
Karen MeadHappy BirthdayA room filled with family. My mother’s 93rd birthday — highlighted by a visit from my brother who lives 160 miles away. Grandchildren, a…Jul 1, 20171Jul 1, 20171