Christmas will soon be here and for many Native American families, it won’t be a happy time. Will you help me help my Monacan Indian friends in Amherst County,, Virginia?
Last year, 128 children were given a Christmas through the generosity of friends of the Monacan Indian Nation. The need is even greater this year as many families in the community are struggling just to put food on the table. No child should wake up on Christmas morning without something to open. No child should go to bed on Christmas Eve without hope. Together, we can make sure that doesn’t happen in the Monacan Indian community.
I have set up a GoFundMe site to help raise money so that we can help the Monacan Nation provide at the very least a new outfit and a toy for every child whose family cannot afford to provide Christmas for the children. Will you help? Will you share the link or ask youro church or community leaders too help? Together we can make a difference!
Click here to make a donation.
We’ve cancelled Thanksgiving. Well, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like e have postponed it. It seems that my brother’s family is passing around one of those early winter head colds and we don’t want to pass it to my Mom and Dad. So, if everything goes well, our Thanksgiving will be next weekend. We will also be celebrating Dad’s birthday at the same time.
I guess there is something positive to come out of Alzheimer’s. Since Dad has no concept of time anymore, we can make any day special. He will celebrate whatever we tell him we are celebrating and never doubt us.
For those of you reading this, I wish you a Thanksgiving of peace and the treasure of making one more memory. Be grateful, if even in some small way, because Alzheimer’s has shown my family that what you have today can be gone tomorrow. Blessings to you and yours!
I haven’t written in a while. Sometimes I just don’t want to deal with what Alzheimer[‘s has done to my Dad. Actually, it has changed our whole family and that makes me really angry sometimes. Today though, I just miss my Dad. Next week he will turn 86 years old. He won’t even know he had a birthday. I bought him gifts though but I ask myself why I did that. He;ll open them and declare how wonderful they are and then 86 seconds later he will be lost in that fog again.
Not much has changed since I last wrote. Dad has a bit more trouble eating and they have changed his diet a bit to prevent choking. He’s become more resistant to being groomed and he is pretty content to lay on a sofa in the day room and be left alone. My visits get shorter each week because he just isn’t interested in conversation.
It seems like we’ve been stuck in this time warp for a long time. It’s funny but I can’t even remember how long it’s been since we got the diagnosis. I think maybe seven or eight years. However long it’s been, it’s been too long. With all the recent news about Death With Dignity, I am certainly wondering why more states haven’t passed the legislation.
I’m a bit down today so I’ll keep it short. This doesn’t happen as often as it once did. We learn to cope, don’t we? I think it’s the birthday that has brought me here so it won’t last. It’s just that today I miss my Dad and I wish he knew it.