A toast to a brilliant man lost to Alzheimer’s and a life lesson from bowling.
What Alzheimer’s and bowling taught me about living life to the fullest.
My mother-in-law, Reba, was a pear-shaped Italian-American woman who was short on legs and long on patience. She wielded a wooden spoon with the skill of Rachel Ray, one of her favorite TV chefs, or an old-fashioned school matron depending on who was hungry or who needed a quick redirect.
Who was I before you? Who was I before I held you down in the name of a cure? Of fixing a mistake. Of righting a wrong. You. Not a mistake. Not a wrong. Who was I before I felt your life inside me before I realized the awesome responsibility of you. Continue reading “Aidan”
Finding space to write about the big things in life …
Our family’s journey through epilepsy diagnosis, treatment … and redefining the perfect child.