Memories. Such fragile things. And Alzheimer’s disease shows no mercy to its victims. We need to learn to slow down and enjoy every moment. I’m sure my Grandma never considered that an incurable disease would steal all of her most precious memories. We had a family lunch to celebrate my Grandparents anniversary. Her children, grandchildren,Continue reading “fragile.”
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community.
I am an incredibly private person. In fact, mention any of this to me directly, and I will probably deflect to something else to refrain from having to (face-to-face) discuss any of it. To reveal my deepest thoughts and feelings through this blog and put my simple online boutique on the world wide web (knowing the market,Continue reading “community.”
reality.
Now, don’t get me wrong…I’m going at this dream with 110%. But, I’m also not quitting my day job. Smile. I’ve sold things on eBay before. I made over 1k over the span of a few weeks by just cleaning out my closet of a few worn out designer handbags that I had not carriedContinue reading “reality.”
a cruel thief.
Any diagnosis of disease or illness is hard. I know that no one lives forever here on this Earth, but dementia in any of its forms is a cruel thief. The theft by Alzheimer’s is stealing memories from my Grandma. Not all at once. The robbery is slow and meticulous until Sarah cannot remember how to functionContinue reading “a cruel thief.”
sale.
What is it about making a sale that is so exhilarating? Sure, the money is nice, but I’ve been reflecting on what it means to me. I believe there is some sense of belonging, acceptance, and being known. There is an incredible amount of gratitude that goes along with making a sale, too. My littleContinue reading “sale.”
letter.
Sixteen. New Car. (Well…new to me…it was a beat up, barely running Ford Probe). Know-It-All. I didn’t need anyone to tell me anything at 16, because I had finally arrived at the time in my life where I knew all the answers. While incredibly proud of me, I think my Grandma sensed a bit ofContinue reading “letter.”
Inspired by Sarah: A Journey of Heartbreak & Hope
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a memory is worth a million. Unbeknownst to any of her grandchildren, my grandmother collected dollar bills every time she came across one with a matching letter to a grandchild’s name. This Christmas, as this was being revealed, I looked through the stacks of dollar billsContinue reading “Inspired by Sarah: A Journey of Heartbreak & Hope”