Tori and Sam's dad has come back into their lives, now that they are grown. Tori is more accepting and forgiving because she has memories - she was five when he left.
Sam is still bitter, though he seems to be coming around. I encourage him to forgive and not be angry - I want him to have that relationship. But Sam will tell you his dad was never there - and his best friend's dad is his more like a father to him.
Their dad came to graduation and all I could feel was relief. Relief that I feel nothing, relief that I do not have to deal with him, relieve that I am not married to him. I don't hate. I feel nothing. Is that even normal?
Anyhoo, I do hope they can have some form of relationship, you need that tie, that connection.
Monday, July 03, 2017
Now....
Now that I have posted catch up pictures and quick facts, I can get into the meat again. Right now I am sitting at work. It has been a slow July 3rd. Really slow.
I have a page of sorts on FB - Remember me Momma - and I am attempting to write a book. But I have discovered, it is hard to write when you are living it. I have this blog, all my FB posts to copy from, plus a diary of sorts. A friend lost her dad yesterday to this hateful disease of Alzheimer's. His doctor admitted him to psych place (no place for dementia or Alzheimer patients) they over medicated him, he fell and broke his hip. He was there for a medicine evaluation. I am not particularly fond of the place anyway, dad was there and they over medicated him to the point he could only crawl. So, he had hip surgery, went to what was supposed to be REHAB - what the heck ever - it was the same hell hole dad was in. From hip breaking to passing away - one month. He was in Stage two - capable of dressing himself, feeding himself, walking, etc. He was just a tad out of control. His sundowning issue was an embarrassing one - he would make passes at his daughters and any female - and they had to get it under control for him to be around his granddaughters. They trusted those giving them advice. I would go after that farce of psych place and the ignorant doctor who should have know better.
Hospitals, doctor offices, all medical facilities are not equipped for Alzheimer's. Unless they are built and designed for those with the disease specifically, they cannot handle them. Staff is not trained, the facility is not set up. You cannot leave a tray of food with one with Alzheimer's - they will not eat - you have to prompt them. I am hurting for her and I am furious for her. 1 person worldwide is diagnosed every 60 seconds. We are in a epidemic. Politicians do not care, insurance companies do not care, a select group of researchers care.
There is no vaccine, no treatment, no cure - nothing to even try to stop it. The only disease with these facts. No one survives. I am starting to see more and more stores of those with Early Onset Alzheimer's disease. People in their 20's and 30's and they decline faster than those in their 70's-80's.
I would gladly sign up for a study if it would help others. This disease destroys so much. I hate it. Back in the middle of my divorce and single mom years - I thought I hated my ex - oh no - that was anger. I hate this disease.
I have a page of sorts on FB - Remember me Momma - and I am attempting to write a book. But I have discovered, it is hard to write when you are living it. I have this blog, all my FB posts to copy from, plus a diary of sorts. A friend lost her dad yesterday to this hateful disease of Alzheimer's. His doctor admitted him to psych place (no place for dementia or Alzheimer patients) they over medicated him, he fell and broke his hip. He was there for a medicine evaluation. I am not particularly fond of the place anyway, dad was there and they over medicated him to the point he could only crawl. So, he had hip surgery, went to what was supposed to be REHAB - what the heck ever - it was the same hell hole dad was in. From hip breaking to passing away - one month. He was in Stage two - capable of dressing himself, feeding himself, walking, etc. He was just a tad out of control. His sundowning issue was an embarrassing one - he would make passes at his daughters and any female - and they had to get it under control for him to be around his granddaughters. They trusted those giving them advice. I would go after that farce of psych place and the ignorant doctor who should have know better.
Hospitals, doctor offices, all medical facilities are not equipped for Alzheimer's. Unless they are built and designed for those with the disease specifically, they cannot handle them. Staff is not trained, the facility is not set up. You cannot leave a tray of food with one with Alzheimer's - they will not eat - you have to prompt them. I am hurting for her and I am furious for her. 1 person worldwide is diagnosed every 60 seconds. We are in a epidemic. Politicians do not care, insurance companies do not care, a select group of researchers care.
There is no vaccine, no treatment, no cure - nothing to even try to stop it. The only disease with these facts. No one survives. I am starting to see more and more stores of those with Early Onset Alzheimer's disease. People in their 20's and 30's and they decline faster than those in their 70's-80's.
I would gladly sign up for a study if it would help others. This disease destroys so much. I hate it. Back in the middle of my divorce and single mom years - I thought I hated my ex - oh no - that was anger. I hate this disease.
Me and Tori
I can say with certainty we looked alike at the same age of three. Not to sure about now.
Fervent
You need to read this book. It is about prayer. Powerful. I started a ladies Bible Study..we are going through this book.
Two pictures
I bought this online--I loved it. It now hangs in kitchen.
Like I have $ 🙄. I have the old man praying - it's called Grace. But we repainted most of the rooms and I wanted it. It hangs looking at the Grace pic.
April the Giraffe
Like millions around the world, I watched in anticipation for the birth of April's baby. I had alerts set up on my phone. As I watched April, I became more educated on these sweet animals. My sister, Judy bought me a stuffed Giraffe at Goodwill. I named him Patches the one eyed Giraffe. 
April hamming it up to the camera
April and baby
Baby
Patches
April hamming it up to the camera
April and baby
Baby
Patches
Sam's graduation
Senior year is usually the easy year. It was our tough year. Whew. But I am so proud of this young man.
New Great Nephews
World of Eliza....
Our sweet, beautiful, funny grandbaby. We have yet to go to Colorado. We hope to. Life keeps happening.
A junkie....
I am a Facebook junkie. I love watching animal and kids videos. I like saving recipes and diet tips that I will probably never use. I comment on news posts, etc...I'm polite but people sure are mean and not polite back at you. Heaven forbid you have an idea or a difference of opinion. I do clean up my feed time to time-deleting sneaky political stuff.
I try from time to time to cut myself off and it is hard to do.
But if you want to find out information fast - look on Facebook. I "unjoined" a few groups this past weekend because of the meanness and cruelty toward others. It is unreal.
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