Sometimes You Just Need a Popsicle
There are holidays for just about everything.
National Cherry Popsicle Day is one of them.
August 26 is the day, and when I discovered this important piece of information, I immediately decided that Mom and I needed to celebrate. Not only is it celebrated on the 26th (which is my theme number for 2026), but I already have a cherry dress! (I celebrated Cherry Dessert Day on May 26!)

Life has been pretty heavy lately. A cherry popsicle seemed like an excellent antidote.
My original plan was ambitious. I thought we could make homemade cherry popsicles with some of the residents at The Preserves. Michele and I experimented with cherry yogurt and imagined a charming little popsicle-making activity where everyone could participate.

Well…that was the plan.
Let’s just say that homemade popsicles are considerably more complicated than I’d imagined. The recipe book that came with the kit included recipes with at least five ingredients. I thought it was as simple as putting cherry juice in a mold, but…no. We tried putting yogurt in the molds, but that ended up being both messy and not very tasty.
So we pivoted.
Instead of making popsicles with the residents, we bought popsicles for the residents.
Sometimes my Carpe Diem adventures are simply going to the grocery store.
And everyone was perfectly happy.
A Difficult Season
The popsicle celebration came at the end of an especially emotional couple of weeks.
Mom’s health and cognition have been declining, and there have been some scary and difficult days. She’s had moments of confusion and fear that have been heartbreaking to watch.
That’s part of why I came to Los Angeles earlier than I had originally planned. I wanted to be there for Mom—and for Michele, too.
I spent most days with Mom over those two weeks.
When I’m there, I know my presence gives her a sense of security, and she is generally calmer.
That doesn’t mean every day is easy. There are still times when she’s frightened or doesn’t understand what’s happening. Other days, she’s simply exhausted and sleepy.
But there are also moments when everything seems to come together and she’s happy.
And those are the moments I’m savoring.
Old Friends and New Memories
The popsicles weren’t the only sweet moments I’ve had with Mom lately.
One of my favorites was helping her reconnect with her childhood friend, Rolly, over FaceTime.
They hadn’t talked in years.
Watching them see each other again was incredibly special. They were both so happy to hear one another’s voices and catch up.
I wish I could have recorded the call, but Mom was using my phone, so I’ll just have to remember her laughs.
Life Doesn’t Stop for Hard Times
In the midst of everything happening with Mom, I’d had a weekend getaway planned. Mom had been doing better, so I decided to carry out my plans for a weekend in Santa Rosa.
Somehow, I packed three wonderful events into one weekend.
I spent time with my friend Shirley.

I attended the wedding of the niece of my longtime friend Jack.

And then I got to experience something completely different: the joy surrounding a brand-new baby, born to another of Jack’s nieces.
A wedding.
A new baby.
Old friends.
A childhood friend reconnecting with Mom.
Popsicles with a memory-care community.
All of these things happened within the same few days. Happy tears welled up during the joyful moments. Maybe when you’ve been carrying sadness, the tears are already there, waiting for any excuse to spill over—and happy tears are the best.
Alzheimer’s is sometimes called “the long goodbye” because we slowly grieve so many losses while the person we love is still with us.
But maybe that’s exactly why I want to savor the joyful moments in the midst of the grief.
The Gift of Saying Goodbye
There have been days when Mom has desperately wanted me to stay. Leaving her has been heartbreaking on those days.
There have also been days when Mom has been surrounded by kind staff and familiar residents and has felt secure enough for me to leave without tears.
On Thursday, the day I was flying back home, she was sitting happily with her friend Debbie. They held hands and vowed to support one another.

That made leaving a little easier.
I’m also deeply grateful that Michele is nearby. Having someone who loves Mom and can be there when I can’t is an enormous comfort to both of us.
Carpe Diem, Even When Life Is Hard
Now I’m back home, slowly catching up with all the email and stuff I normally do when I’m here in Colorado. Celebrating my grandkids’ birthdays, cleaning my house, and (most importantly!) catching up on my CarpeDiemDay blog post!
I talked to another friend today who was feeling restless about aging and worrying about some recent health scares.
I told him, “I have a goal to find joy wherever I am and whoever I’m with. And that works pretty well, even when life is hard.”
Maybe that’s what these past few weeks have reminded me.
Finding joy doesn’t mean ignoring the grief or pretending the hard things aren’t hard.
It means noticing the joy that’s right there beside them.
Sometimes it’s a wedding.
Sometimes it’s a new baby.
Sometimes it’s hearing your mom laugh with a childhood friend.
And sometimes it’s a cherry popsicle on a hot day.
What joys are you finding in every day life?






































