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Karen Mead

Karen Mead

290 days

Nine 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, 2018

Aug 8, 2018

Karen Mead

Moving on

In 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, 2017

Nov 4, 2017

Karen Mead

closing thoughts

Sunday 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, 2017

Oct 24, 2017

Karen Mead

I 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, 2017

Oct 2, 2017

Karen Mead

Turning a Corner

When 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, 2017

Aug 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, 2017

Aug 4, 2017

Karen Mead

Dazed…..and Confused

When 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, 2017

Jul 22, 2017

Karen Mead

Alternative Facts

My 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, 2017

Jul 15, 2017

Karen Mead

Two Selves

I’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, 2017

Jul 8, 2017

Karen Mead

Happy Birthday

A 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, 2017

Jul 1, 2017

Karen Mead

Karen Mead

“Aspiring stitcher, lover of colors, textures, and yummy snacks,” Learning to be a daughter as I watch my mother disappear.

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