BelAirSteve
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- Sep 9, 2009
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Some of you might recall my posting from a couple of months ago, in which I reflected on how fly fishing brough me some much needed therapy during a difficult time when my Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimers disease. At the time, it was a necessary escape, and provided me with some quiet time...some "me time."
I am happy to say that Mom is now in an assisted living facility, settling in very nicely, and is doing very well and receiving the 24 hour care she requires.
I have a brother that lives in State College, and although he did (and does) as much as he can, I am geographically much closer to Mom. Throughout these last few months, fishing has also brought me and my brother much closer. We talk every day, and likewise we fish more often together than we have for 20 years. We talk about Mom of course, but we also talk about fly tying, patterns we are having success with, plan our next outing, etc.
And one of the unintended consequences is that Mom LOVES to hear about our fishing trips. She doesn't remember much, and one of the blessings of this otherwise dreadful disease is that we can tell her the same stories frequently, and they always bring a smile to her face.
And this forum has brought me a lot of company over the last few months. I try to contribute as much as I can, and intend to do so more now that I have the time.
Thanks,
Steve
I am happy to say that Mom is now in an assisted living facility, settling in very nicely, and is doing very well and receiving the 24 hour care she requires.
I have a brother that lives in State College, and although he did (and does) as much as he can, I am geographically much closer to Mom. Throughout these last few months, fishing has also brought me and my brother much closer. We talk every day, and likewise we fish more often together than we have for 20 years. We talk about Mom of course, but we also talk about fly tying, patterns we are having success with, plan our next outing, etc.
And one of the unintended consequences is that Mom LOVES to hear about our fishing trips. She doesn't remember much, and one of the blessings of this otherwise dreadful disease is that we can tell her the same stories frequently, and they always bring a smile to her face.
And this forum has brought me a lot of company over the last few months. I try to contribute as much as I can, and intend to do so more now that I have the time.
Thanks,
Steve