Alzheimer's & Dementia

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 Alzheimer's & Dementia


Dedicated in Honor & Memory of my Mother (1916-2005)

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I support:


The Alzheimer's Association


The Alzheimer's Foundation of America

The Pablo Picasso Alzheimer's Therapy

Art Therapy

Essays by Lauren Kessler

Dancing With Rose


Still Life

The Alzheimer's Prayer

Author Unknown

Please grant my visitors tolerance for my confusion

Forgiveness for my irrationality

And the strength to walk with me

Into the mist of memory my world has become


Please let them take my  hand and stay awhile

Even though I seem unaware of their presence


Help them to know how their strength and loving care

Will drift slowly into the days to come

Just when I need it most.


Let them know when I don't recognize them

That I will... I will

Keep their hearts free from sorrow for me

For my sorrow, when it comes,

Only lasts a moment, then it's gone


And finally, please let them know

How very much their visits mean

How even through this relentless mystery

I can still feel their love





 One day while walking on the beach

 I found a fragment of what must have been a

 magnificent conch shell, . . . a remnant of a masterpiece,

 an exquisite shard. I tried to imagine the part as the

whole when it was at its best, before it was broken by

 the churning sea . . . . and TIME. now all that remained

 was a chunk of pink and white shell - its scalloped

 edge chipped and scratched.

 I thought of my mother, a victim of

 Alzheimer's disease for the past five years.

 At 78, wheelchair bound, and unable to walk or

 speak coherently, she resides in a nursing wing in a

 retirement home. In recent years she has become an

 exquisite shard of a magnificent person she once

 was, before she was broken by degenerative

 disease . . . and TIME

 Those of us who knew and loved her in her prime

 love her all the more for the change in herself that she

 has had to endure.

 Those of you who know her now only see the shell

 of a once vital person, a lovely fragment of a

 magnificent individual. As caregivers of the elderly,

 as you feed them, walk with them, change their

 clothes, and tuck them in at night, please know that

 families and friends . . . and the individuals

 themselves . . . are grateful when you show respect and

 kindness, and handle then as gently as a once-

 exquisite shell.


Letting Go


Author Unknown


To let go does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.


To let go is not to cut myself off, it's the realization I can't control another.


To let go is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences.


To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.


To let go is not to try to change or blame another, it's to make the most of myself.


To let go is not to care for, but to care about.


To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.


To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.


To let go is not to be in the middle arranging the outcomes,

but to allow others to affect their own destinies.


To let go is not to be protective, it's to permit another to face reality.


To let go is not to deny, but to accept.


To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue;

but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.


To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,

but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.


To let go is not to criticize and regulate anybody

but to try to become what I dream I can be.


To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.


To let go is to fear less and love more.


"And after you have suffered a while,

the God of all grace,

who has called you to  His eternal glory in Christ,

will Himself restore, establish and strengthen you."

1 Peter 5:10