I thought it would be a good idea, in case I get Alzheimer’s, to write down some memories that are dear to me. I’m not expected to get Alzheimer’s, and no one in my family has had it, but I don’t want to lose these memories.
When I was a kid my dad would take my sister and I to the beach. He taught us to swim and he would always throw us over his shoulders into the water. He would buy us crinkle cut french fries and an Eskimo Pie. I bought crinkle cut fries today, so you know.
When I was a kid in grade five, there was a boy named Stephen who would always put a little chocolate bar in my desk. He never actually talked to me about it, and he never asked me out.**Starts looking for Stephen.
When I was a kid my mom taught me how to do needlepoint and bake.
I used to dip chicken in ketchup.
I was drinking tea at age five and was drinking coffee soon after.
I started smoking when I was about twelve.
I almost drowned the last time I went swimming.
I talk to dead people and get messages from them regularly.
I believe I can start fires with my mind. I have some incidents to prove this.
So, what I’m saying is, if I get Alzheimer’s and start talking about drowning, dead people and starting fires with my mind… it’s NOT the Alzheimer’s, it’s just me.
Do you have any memories you want immortalized in this blog post? Leave them in the comments below.
If your family member is suffering from Alzheimer’s, I am so sorry, it’s frigging horrible. Hugs.
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