FOR GREGORY

Periodically I will add posts here if the sources provide additioanl informaiton on how to think about and deal with Dementia/ Alzheimer's Disease.

PLEASE NOTE:


SCROLL DOWN FOR TEXT and BIBLIOGRAPHY from DAI WEBINAR 2/22-23/2017. You can also find this information on my website: www.horvich.com


Even though this blog is now dormant (see info below) there are many useful, insightful posts. Scroll back from the end or forward from the beginning. My guess is that you could spend a lot of time here and maybe learn or experience a thing or two about living with and loving someone with Dementia/Alzheimer's or maybe come away with the feeling that "you are not alone" in YOUR work with the same!


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THIS WAS THE FINAL POST TO THIS SITE BEFORE IT WENT DORMANT.


Happy New Year 2016. With a new year comes new beginnings and sometimes endings. If I am personally progressing and if I am doing a good job in my grieving Gregory's death; if I have been able to learn my lessons in living and loving someone diagnosed with Dementia/ Alzheimer's; if I am to get on with my life ... I need to bring this Alzheimer's blog to an end since my writing has been dealing less with Dementia/ Alzheimer's and more with life after Dementia/ Alzheimer's.


Of course, I will always continue to work for and support fair treatment on behalf of people with Dementia/ Alzheimer's and may post here from time to time. Also, there are many wonderful posts here through which you may browse.


With this change, I will continue and reinvigorate my "michael a. horvich writes" blog which deals with grieving Gregory's death, life lessons, personal experiences, observations, memoirs, dreams, and humor in essay and poetry, as well as an attempt now and then at sharing a piece of fiction.


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Sunday, December 13, 2015

All Quiet on The Western Front

My computer faces east, but my condo is west of Lake Michigan. As I sit here writing this blog, the condo is so quiet. I hear my breath. Also the whirring of the washing machine which is cleaning the sheets Colleen slept on during her visit this weekend and the humming of the dryer which is dealing with clean towels.

Isaac, my God-Son moved out of the condo on Friday into his new apartment, after three months of living here. Prior to moving in, he spent three months in Japan, after a brief respite in Chicago, following a year in Japan teaching English.

He asked if he couldn't stay here until he got back on his feet and he is currently standing tall with a good job at Boltwood Restaurant, a ten year old Audi A4 convertible (my old car,) and an apartment of his own.

He and I had agreed to the terms of his living here and we planned ahead of time, serendipitously, for him to move in on the day Gregory started his life passage. Isaac was a great support to me during that difficult time, consoled me, kept me company, sat with me at Gregory's bedside, and all-in-all became even a better God Son, friend, and buddy as we shared October, November, and half of December.

Colleen, wife of Mark Jr, and I spent a "Girl's Weekend" in Chicago. It was just her and me because Mark was traveling. Usually they both visit this time of year for our "Christmas" time together. But since it was just Colleen and me, we called it a "Girl's Weekend."

We exchanged gifts, went to the Kriskringlemarket in downtown Chicago, visited Millennium Park with its official Chicago Christmas Tree and the reflective "Bean" sculpture, had pizza for one dinner, spent the afternoon on Central Street in Evanston, and went to Uncle Guilio's for Mexican food last night.

She left early this morning and I have already begun re-claiming the condo now that she is on her way home to Michigan and Isaac is at home in his new apartment (which ironically happens to be in Gregory and my old neighborhood on Central Street.)

It is "heavy" being here alone, in this quiet with no one to entertain or distract me, with the exception of my two cats, Emma and Gigi.

Gregory is resting peacefully in Grandma Carrie's box on the bookcase shelf in the bedroom and he and I have been carrying on a conversation. About what I am not sure, we are not using words, but his presence is here as am I.

So I once again begin to adjust to Gregory's death, and to living alone with the good part being I can do whatever I want to do when I want to do it. But I am feeling sad, and missing my Gregory, and maybe he misses me.

And it is all quiet on the western front.




2 comments:

  1. In time, it will be different than it is now. Not better, never the same, but different. These are not my words, but those of a young man whose wife went upstairs and shot herself while her husband and children were downstairs. He said them to console someone else. I found them to be comforting, and true.

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  2. Again, thank. I have found that every day is different and has been for sure during the last twelve years. Maybe that would be good advice for everyone living life which in itself is difficult. It will be different.

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