Memory Archive
The threads of the past weaving the fabric of the present
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I took him on an errand in the truck. When we got home, I was getting stuff out of the truck and he got to the front door before I did. He started backing up with his walker so he could pull the door open but whenever he has to back up, he loses his balance. So I'm yelling: ‘Dad, don’t open it. Don’t back up.’ He was already in motion. He fell backward and busted up his elbow and his hip. I was freaking out, making sure he didn’t hit his head, especially since he is on blood thinners. When we got him up, he said: ‘I just want to be able to do some things myself.’
–KAREN
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I’ve been thinking about how much more physically close I am to my dad now than I was before he got sick. Suddenly I am holding him all the time. I’m lifting him; I’m moving him. Especially now that he cannot really talk. I’ll often get into bed with him and hug him because it is a way for me to be with him.
–CHACE
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I was really, really tired and I came home and she was folding all the clothes I had washed. She said, 'I want to give you a break and show you that I appreciate all you do for me.' She had not folded since before her diagnosis. 'I don't know where these clothes go and I don't know who these clothes belong to, but I have folded them.' And so I was crying. I, sure enough, was crying after this.
– MOHAGANY
