“Bits ‘n Pieces of Me: Memoirs to retain identity in the face of growing dementia” — unpublished Introduction:
I am from Truthful Loving Kindness
… from the snug haven of a home created
with the anchor of G-d’s truth
and the rose of parental love,
inside a greater world of uncertainty, pain, and illusion.
I am from the look in Dad’s eyes as he sang
“Have I Told You Lately that I Love You” to my mother.
I am from the look in Mom’s eyes as she cared for him while he died.
I am from “The Chippewa Song”:
I am from a FATHER,
exhausted after long hours of working two full-time jobs,
suspending me over his toe-tips
while teaching me to dance the swing;
I am from the fun of riding behind Dad in the motorcycle and sidecar,
holding a warm, foil-wrapped baked potato in my lap.
I am from working evenings at Coach Service,
fire-lit evenings with his harmonica,
impromptu poems composed at bedtime,
… and morning coffee breaks.
I am from the shock of seeing him after cancer surgery,
on a breathing machine with tubes coming out of his body;
… from the knowledge that he probably would not live
until I reached the age of high school,
… and then from the joy of having him at my graduation ceremony.
I am from “Beautiful Beautiful Brown Eyes”:
I am from a MOTHER,
in the housedress of unconditional love,
dancing me to sleep when my tummy hurt.
I am from the love that always had room in the house to care for
one more … child,
or one more uncle, or one more great-grandmother.
I am from marshmallow roasts,
sledding down the hill by the light of swinging lanterns,
helping with homework, … and quiet good-night prayers.
I am from the smell of homemade bread while warming myself
between the old wood cook stove and metal cabinets,
… from the knowledge that she would always be there
to share my problems, if I would only let her,
… and then from the joy of learning HOW to better share my life with her.
I am from lots of songs while washing dishes;
I am from whispered girlish secrets in the dark,
and gales of giggling in the light,
… from the look in Mom’s eyes the first Sunday that
there were only three children to dress for church,
– instead of four.
I am from funeral songs:
I am from the look in Dad’s eyes when
there were only two children,
– instead of three, … and then …
… from conversations regarding the process of death,
regarding the importance of family,
regarding G-d, and what it might be like to live in Heaven.
I am from wedding songs:
… from finding the truth of G-d’s love AND the rose of marital love,
both inside a greater world of uncertainty, pain, and illusion.
I am from the security I feel when I praise G-d,
and the answers when I pray.
I am from the look in my husband’s eyes as he holds me up
and dances with me in the living room.
I am from the smell of the ocean and the sound of the surf,
… while watching him build our house with his own two hands.
I am from songs sung to my children:
… the Chippewa song, bedtime songs, songs when working,
and songs while hurting.
I am from songs to express joy in life and love.
I am from songs to keep my mind off pain.
I am from songs to keep perspective in G-d’s plan.
I am from facing pain, loss – and death – with truth AND dignity.
I am from facing love, joy – and life – with kindness AND honesty.
Truthful Loving Kindness
I hope I can pass it on to those around me. (2007-09/16)
A more concise summary is my “about” page found here: [[https://truthfulkindness.com/about/about-me/]]
“I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair
with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.”
Vid of Me singing the “Chippewa Song” >> https://truthfulkindness.com/about/life-other/family-history-index/chippewa-song/ ;
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Robin, thank you for visiting my page and leaving a comment. 🙂
This is the second time I have read this and I like it even more now. It suddenly occurred to me what a great excercise this would be for anyone. To follow your prompt of “I am from” . We all forget,we just take it for granted we will be able to recall when we want to. You no longer have that luxury. But this reminded me that memories do fade and it might mean something to my children later, or it might just be nice to reflect. I am enjoying the blog.
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Thank you very much, Merina, … in more than one way. Thank you for leaving an helpful comment, but also … I was requested to write an article for our new non-profit (of, by, and for Persons With Dementia) and was considering subjects when this comment arrived. I think you may have given me the impetus for that article. Actually “I am from” was an English assignment for oldest daughter, and years later I picked up her paper (which I had saved of course) and began writing myself. THANKS! 🙂
Thank you so much for reaching out to me on Twitter and giving me the privilege of reading your blog and your beautiful words. You have a beautiful gift on seeing the start of your life to the present. The memories, the moments, the feelings. Thank you for reaching across the world to me to listen, to read my own thoughts and to share your story. I am so humbled at the fact that you, such an extraordinary woman, would even think of my name in your thoughts. Thank you. I hope I can share my journey, especially while I still can. Our disease is not our weakness in my eyes, but is our strength to show others how to deal with the physical and emotional stress and pains that we go through. For more understanding, more names passed along a universal language through forms of social media. Not for recognition, but for others to know they are NOT alone in this battle. Though we may have the same disease, the effects can be profoundly different to each. The more understanding of this, maybe someone, somewhere can push forward, as we are not strong enough to do so anymore, for more research and to finally find a cure for this horrible disease. Tru ~ God bless you and keep you and your family too. For strength, faith, hope, remembrance and steadfast love. Melanie
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I think our Creator specializes in “Extraordinary” … just like snowflakes!! 😀 — Tru (very glad to meet you too, and looking forward to a nice warm friendship)