Age Adventurously Day – Climb Every Mountain

Age Adventurously Day

Aging Adventurously Day with friends and family at Chautauqua Park, Boulder

When I first heard about Road Scholar’s Age Adventurously Day, I knew I wanted to participate. After all, that’s what this Website is all about! Seize the Day, Age Adventurously… Pretty much the same thing! And it’s even a quirky holiday, just like Carpe Diem Day!

Originally, I planned to hike Royal Arch in Chautauqua Park. Then my ankle started bothering me, and I switched to a gentler hike on the Mesa Trail. As often happens, some of my plans changed, but adapting is a big part of aging adventurously.

One of the things I love about adventure is that it looks different for different people.

My daughter Megan, son-in-law Chris, and granddaughter Reneya chose to tackle Royal Arch. Other friends joined me for a more leisurely hike through the beautiful meadows and forests of Chautauqua. We all met afterward for a picnic lunch, stories, laughter, and shared goodies (including my signature banana-walnut chocolate chip muffins!)

Honoring Dee – Now on the Ultimate Adventure

The hike itself was wonderful, but the real reason this day felt special was Dee O’Malley.

Dee passed away on May 25 at the age of 93. If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you’ve probably heard me talk about Dee before. She was one of those rare people who made everyone around her want to live a little bigger, love a little deeper, and say “yes” to one more adventure.

She was the embodiment of aging adventurously.

A few years ago, I asked Dee if she was afraid of dying. Her answer surprised me.

“No,” she said. “It’s the ultimate adventure.”

What is an adventure anyway?

Most of us think of adventure as something externalโ€”a trip, a hike, a new destination. But Dee’s answer taught me that adventure is really an attitude. It’s the willingness to stay curious. To keep learning. To keep connecting. To keep saying yes, even when life becomes uncertain.

Adventure can be climbing a mountain.

Adventure can be learning Spanish.

Adventure can be making a new friend.

Adventure can be singing with a perfectly imperfect voice.

Adventure can be starting medical school in mid-life.

Adventure can be playing the piano for a memory care community you’ve grown to love.

Adventure can be facing the end of life with courage and curiosity.

The Age Adventurously Day Movie

To honor Dee, I created an iMovie slideshow from our day using “Climb Every Mountain” as the soundtrack. The music is special because it was Dee’s favorite song. The perfect song describing climbing mountains, literally and metaphorically! The recording features my mother and my son Scotty singing while I accompany them on the piano. Three generations, making music together, imperfectly but joyfully.

The movie has photos and video clips from our Chautauqua adventure today, an adventurous shot of my friend, Cathy (who wasn’t able to make the hike) and a few clips of visits with Dee and my mother.

I love how it turned out!

Connection, Learning, Growing, Sharing.

As we shared lunch under the trees, I felt grateful for my friends and family. I felt grateful for Dee and all the wisdom, humor, and adventures she shared with our family.

I know there are adventures still to come, mountains still to climb.

And some day, when I take that ultimate adventure, I feel grateful that Dee will be there again to lead the way.

Celebrating May 26 with Patsy in St. Augustine

Patsy and Me at Funkalicious
Patsy and Me at Funkalicious in St. Augustine

Celebrating the 26th with Patsy in St. Augustine

Some people bring joy wherever they go. For me, Patsy is one of those people.

So when my lovely friend Patsy texted to say she’d welcome a visit from me, I immediately started looking at flights. She mentioned that her son, Chris, would be home in St. Augustine for the month of May, and she asked how my mother was doing. Patsy and I keep up with each other on Facebook, and I’ve always admired how engaged, curious, and tech-savvy she is. I had missed my visits with her, and when Patsy extends an invitation, I do my best to say, “YES!”

This year my theme is 26. I’ve challenged myself to have 26 adventures and to celebrate the 26th of every month. When I discovered that a May 25โ€“28 trip would fit perfectly into my schedule and include my celebratory May 26th, it felt meant to be.

Even better, May 26th happened to be National Cherry Dessert Day. Naturally, I took that as a sign to buy a cherry-print sundress and matching jewelry for the occasion!

Patsy is like the cherry on the top of an ice-cream sundae

It seemed fitting that my May 26th celebration would revolve around cherries, because Patsy herself is like the cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.

She has a gift for making people feel welcome, valued, and loved. Time spent with Patsy is like that sweet cherry you savor. While the cherry sundress was fun, the real treat was getting to spend time with her.

Patsy and My Mother – So Much Alike

One of the reasons I’ve always felt drawn to Patsy is that she reminds me so much of my mother.

They are both warm, kind, charismatic women who light up a room. My mother was popular with the boys as a young teenager, and, not surprisingly, so was Patsy. They were both young brides married to military men, and both embraced the adventure of raising growing families.

As my mother’s dementia progresses, I sometimes feel as though I’m slowly losing little pieces of herโ€”her stories, her memories, and parts of the personality I’ve known all my life. That’s one reason my friendship with Patsy means so much to me.

Of course, no one could ever replace my mother. But learning about Patsy’s life and hearing her stories helps fill a space in my heart. While I am losing pieces of my mother’s memories, I feel fortunate to be gaining pieces of Patsy’s. Every conversation gives me a deeper appreciation for a remarkable woman and for the generation she represents.

Patsy’s Biography

During this visit, I had the opportunity to learn more about Patsy’s life. I knew she had been recording her memories and stories with her daughter, Bonnie, and I loved getting to read the finished biography.

That was especially meaningful because I’m working on my own life story this year through a MyStories subscription that Matt and Stella gave me for Christmas. Listening to Patsy’s memories and reading her book reminded me how important it is to preserve our storiesโ€”not only for ourselves, but for our children, grandchildren, and future generations.

Beaches, Games, and the Best Adventures

Biking to the beach with Chris
Beautiful Beach Walk
Playing poker with the Blakeslee Family

I also feel incredibly grateful to Chris for sharing both his mother and his family with me.

This short trip included a bike ride to the beach, good food, and an evening of poker and games with Patsy’s family. Beaches, games, and family are three of my favorite things, so it was hard to imagine a better combination.

What made it even more special was being welcomed into those family moments. Chris and his family make me feel like an honorary member of the group, and I appreciate every minute of it.

I’ve learned that the best adventures are spending time with people you treasure, listening to their stories, sharing laughter, and creating new memories together.

My May 26th celebration included sunshine, beaches, bicycles, poker, and family. But the best part (the cherry on top!) was Patsyโ€”and that made it unforgettable.

For related posts featuring the photogenic model-like Patsy, check out: Holiday Lunch with Patsy, A-Weeks Alphabet Assists, and Florida MicroAdventures.

Writing to Virginia Evans – Best-selling author of The Correspondent

One of my goals this month is a simple oneโ€ฆ but also kind of bold.

Iโ€™m writing a letter to Virginia Evans… and hoping she’ll write back!

Virginia Evan is the best-selling author of The Correspondent, the book I recently devoured (well, listened toโ€ฆ while walkingโ€ฆ and also late into the night when I should have been sleeping ๐Ÿ˜„).

Iโ€™ve already shared my thoughts in my Goodreads review, but that didnโ€™t feel like enough. This book practically invites you to write a letter.

If youโ€™ve read it, you know why.

The protagonist, Sybil Van Antwerp, is a devoted letter-writerโ€”including to authors. And now here we all are, a bunch of inspired readers, probably doing the exact same thing. I’m pretty sure that Virginia Evans is being absolutely inundated with fan mail right now.

Stillโ€ฆ Iโ€™m sending mine anyway.

And yesโ€”Iโ€™m including a stamped, self-addressed envelope and even an extra card. I know it’s a long-shot, but Iโ€™m hoping for a reply from this now-famous author!

This little project has me thinking a lot about letters in generalโ€”and how meaningful they can be.

Last year, while cleaning out my momโ€™s house, I uncovered a treasure I didnโ€™t even know existed: a stack of love letters from 1954 between my mom and dad, written before they were married. Reading them felt like stepping into a time capsule.

My Mom wrote this letter 72 years ago today!

I also came across something I had completely forgotten about: a letter I wrote to my dad for his 71st birthday, encouraging him to write his life story.

And he did.

It made me realizeโ€”letters arenโ€™t just communication. Theyโ€™re catalysts. They capture a moment, but they can also create something new.

At the very least, they’re a way to create connection, give recognition, or tell someone you’re thinking of them.

I love all the wonderful ways we can communicate these days – text messages, IMs, social media, email, video-chat, and, of course, phone calls!

But, there’s something fun about good old-fashioned snail-mail! Partly, that’s because I get to seal my letter with my special Carpe Diem stamp!

And if I’m really luckyโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll hear back from Virginia Evans. ๐Ÿ˜Š


Shanna in a Dress – A Musician to Love

Shanna in a Dress performing live at a private performance in Boulder, CO

When my friend, Mary, invited me to “A Multi-sensory Evening of Music, Art, and Community,” I was intrigued. The event took place in the clubhouse of her community and the main attraction was a talented, young artist, “Shanna in a Dress.” Any expectations I had were far exceeded. I quickly became a big FannaShanna.

Why I Love Shanna in a Dress

Shanna (in any kind of attire) is funny, clever, cute, and genuine. The lyrics of her songs will make you laugh and make you cry. She writes songs that tug at your heart-strings in the sweetest kinds of ways.

Every song she performed was relatable, but one of my favorites was “Sweet Spot.”

As a lover of words and the feelings they conjure up, this song makes me smile. It’s a reminder that wherever we are in life, we can find the sweet spots of joy that come from being human.

These lyrics gave me that same feeling as the idea of โ€œperfect imperfectionsโ€ in โ€œAll of Me.โ€ Not perfectionโ€ฆ but something even better.

Shanna-nigans – Shanna’s Newsletter

Not only is Shanna a talented song-writer and musician, her humor and banter entertain you throughout her performance. And her newsletters!

Just like her performances, her word-play and energy are infectious. In her welcoming newsletter she writes:

I don’t have dreams of becoming famous, I just dream about being able to deeply impact 1,000 true fans who have a heart for original music.

You just got one more, Shanna!

Super Carpe Diem Woman is FannaShanna!

Iโ€™ll admitโ€”I discovered her emails had been quietly sitting in my Gmail โ€œPromotionsโ€ folder (a place I rarely visit). That has now been corrected. I moved them to Primary and happily caught up on all the Shanna-nigans.

She travels throughout the country and she calls on her fan-base to help her by hosting gigs or house-concerts. Wow, she’s busy!

As if she isn’t busy enough, Shanna is even teaching a song-writing class! I’m bummed that I didn’t spread the word about this earlier since it already started April 7th. I have some very talented song-writing friends who might be interested, but if they miss this one, I’m guessing there’ll be more.

Seize the Day and Discover Shanna for Yourself

On this blog, I write about things that bring me joy. Shanna’s songs, with their playfulness and vulnerability, do just that.

I invite you to discover her, too!

Celebrating People I Love

I’m rarely home in Colorado at this time of year. Usually, I’m off chasing the sun in Florida, California, or even Mexico. This year, I got a chance to go to all those places and still make it home for two very important celebrations!

Celebrating Scotty’s Promotion to Major in the Space Force

Scotty’s Promotion to Major

I’m so proud of my son, Major Scott Podlogar of the United States Space Force! On the afternoon of Friday, March 13th, we gathered for the ceremony held at Peterson Space Force Base with a big group of Scotty’s family, friends, and co-workers.

I was honored to be the one to pin on the new gold oak leaf insignias on his uniform during the ceremony, signifying the rank of Major. During the speeches there were quite a few references to this Major milestone and what a Major accomplishment it was.

The festivities continued throughout the evening with a family gathering at a Japanese restaurant (Scotty’s favorite), followed by a showing of Marty Supreme at Scotty’s house. (Our family likes to watch best picture nominees during Academy Awards season). The next day, 3/14, was our Pi Day Brunch. (Pi Day is another favorite quirky holiday celebrated by our geeky family).

Celebrating Cathy’s 70th Birthday

Cathy turns 70!

It’s hard to believe such a youthful woman as Cathy is actually 70 years old. Her birthday is March 15th, the Ides of March! It really is inspiring to know that 70 can look so gorgeous. Cathy is one of the most beautiful people I know, both inside and out.

She’s seated in the middle of this group photo with our friend, Susan, on one side, and her daughter-in-law, Anna, on the other side. Susan and Anna hosted her party yesterday with a gorgeous brunch of quiches, fruit, eggs, potatoes, sausages, mimosas, and more!

I’d made a slideshow with iMovie with photos of the many experiences and events I’d been to over the years with Cathy.

In the process of making this video, I was reminded of what a deep friendship I have with Cathy. She is always so supportive and helpful, whether I’m asking her to sing a silly song, or needing a friend to practice Spanish with.

She’s also talented in so many ways – with her music, her art, her poetry, with Spanish, and with her loving friendship. I’m so grateful to have her as a friend.

This is Love

This weekend I was able to celebrate my son, Scotty, and my good friend, Cathy. I was so grateful to be able to be at their special events and be a part of their lives. Over the years, I’ve thought so much about what ‘love’ is. There are so many different types and for many years I was focused on finding romantic love. But over the weekend, at both of these celebrations, my eyes welled up with tears watching these two. My heart felt full. And I thought, “This is what love feels like.”

Carpe Diem Day 2026

Celebrating Carpe Diem Day

Carpe Diem Day 2026 – Arvada Winter Festival with family

National Carpe Diem Day is February 26th. It’s no coincidence that that’s also my birthday – my friends and family gifted me with this special day 6 years ago on my 60th birthday. The day was in tribute to my friend, Craig Dunham, who taught me so much about resilience and living life fully.

I’ve been celebrating… basically every day… with friends and family. After all, as the founder of Carpe Diem Day, it’s a responsibility, right?

Celebration in Bradenton with the wise and wonderful “Elderberries”
Celebration in Louisville, Colorado with friends Sonja and Cathy

Carpe Diem Day Superhero – Ronald Richard Garcia

Ronald Richard Garcia was a true example of kindness and generosity. Even though we never met in person, he was one of my biggest supporters. Whether I was hosting a fund-raiser or simply posting a family picture, Ron always had a thoughtful comment to share.

I was so sad to read that Ron had passed away in February. The world will miss his positive energy.

Last year, Ron was the first to donate for the Alzheimer’s Association Longest Day fund-raiser that I held. Here’s the poem I wrote for my “Keep Memories Alive” book to thank him:

For Ronald Richard Garcia

Though weโ€™ve never met face-to-face,

Your kindness fills a digital space.

From every post to each reply,

You lift us up, you amplify.

Support like yours is rare to findโ€”

A thoughtful soul, so sweet, so kind.

For memory’s sake, you play your partโ€”

With every word, you warm a heart.

๐Ÿ’œ Thank you, Ron. You Keep Memories Alive.

A New Carpe Diem Connection – Yvette Erasmus

This year on Carpe Diem Day, thanks to a serendipitous mistake, I discovered another Yvette who writes and speaks about communication and connection!

On February 26th, I usually google “Carpe Diem Day” to see who might be celebrating, and this year, an article came up that listed Yvette Erasmus as the founder.

After a bit more research, it turned out that National Days Calendar had mistakenly attributed Yvette Erasmus as the founder with a totally incorrect backstory. I was able to get the story corrected, and also connect with Yvette Erasmus. Her podcast, Conversations from the Heart, is a new favorite of mine!

Last month I’d read the book, Doppelganger, in which Naomi Klein and Naomi Wolf are confused with one another. I thought, “Yvette Erasmus is MY doppelganger.” How fun that she’s someone who writes and speaks on topics that I’m passionate about, in such an intelligent and articulate way!

Carpe Relationem – Seize the Relationship

Though Carpe Diem Day hasn’t exactly gained much fame, I’m proud to feel it will still be on those Special Day calendars after I’m gone.

I’ve learned that “seizing the day” doesn’t have to be about grand bucket-list adventures. New experiences are wonderful, but what makes the day special is the people you spend it with.

This Carpe Diem Day, I’m grateful for all the wonderful birthday greetings I received, for celebrations with family and friends, the kindness of virtual friends like Ron and new connections I make like Yvette.

Virtual Friends and CyberGrief in Retirement

Virtual NYE Celebration with Shirley, Dec.31, 2020

Yesterday, I got a text from my friend, Shirley. Though our friendship began online, she quickly “graduated” from a virtual friend to a real friendโ€”long before we ever met in person.

In her text, Shirley told me that she was grieving for a friend who had died. She introduced me to a term I wasn’t aware of, “Cybergrief” and included a hyperlink to an article about the topic.

Cybergrief

A quick Google search led me to this definition::

Cybergrief isย the natural emotional response to a cyberloss, which is the death of someone who was known primarily through an online connection.ย It’s a legitimate form of grief, distinct from offline losses, though it shares many core human aspects of mourning.ย Unique challenges include a lack of social empathy for these online losses and the complexity of navigating public mourning on social media, according toย The New York Times.

Grief of any sort is tough to navigate, but as the article and the definition describes, cybergrief also has the complication of societal norms and judgments.

As is the case when I hear about any kind of “societal norms or judgments,” I can feel my own judgment meter going up against the judgers! No one should be judged for who they grieve, how they grieve, or how long they grieve! Isn’t it bad enough to be grieving at all without having the additional complication of feeling judged for it?

I guess another trigger for me is the implication that “virtual friends” are not “real friends.” Iโ€™ll admit, declaring romantic love for someone youโ€™ve only met online might be premature (and I know a few relationships that didnโ€™t survive that test). That being said, I know people can have deep and meaningful friendships with people who they haven’t met in real life.

When is a friendship “real”?

Many people think a relationship isnโ€™t โ€œrealโ€ until two people meet in person. I disagree. To me, a relationship is real when two real people are communicating honestly. Sometimes, that kind of connection can even be deeper than what happens face-to-face.

Shirley and I first met virtually because we were both bloggers. We’d both subscribed to a group that included prompts for bloggers. This was December, 2010, the month that my friend, Craig Dunham, died from ALS. My blog posts centered around my grief and the amazing influence Craig had on my life.

Looking back, I realize that our friendship itself was born out of grief โ€” and healing through Shirley’s deep and genuine empathy.

In this post, I respond to the prompt: What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?

I write about my new virtual friend, Shirley, and include this paragraph:

Shirley acknowledged and honored the grief I’ve been feeling about my friend, Craig. She read many of the posts I’d written about him and told me that she was moved to tears. It’s hard to describe how warm and wonderful it feels to have someone — a stranger — tell you that. It makes me feel like I kept a little part of Craig alive. Grief is a very hard emotion… we feel so sad… but if we can somehow just take that love that we lost and keep it alive by sharing it with someone else… and they “get it”… they truly get how wonderful and special that person was, even without knowing him or her personally… we feel like that love is still amongst us.

Shirley and I ended up meeting virtually weekly with two other blogger friends. We also met 1:1 virtually via Zoom several times and in person a few times even though I live in Colorado and she lives in San Francisco.

In Real Life Reunion with Shirley, January, 2025

Shirley is the type of friend who is supportive, responsive, caring and understanding. Sure, meeting physically adds to the friendship, but the friendship was there because she was genuine from her first lovely message.

Grief for people we’ve never met

This week many people are grieving for Jane Goodall. I’m not sure if this fits into the same category as “cybergrief” but I know I feel a sense of grief when someone I admire dies, even if I never met them. It just feels so sad that they are no longer here, on this earth, bringing joy to others (and the animal kingdom!).

Jane Goodall reminds me of another great friend, Becky Burns. In this old post, I write about Becky’s great communication skills with people and with animals. Once a boy asked her if she was Jane Goodall!

I know Becky was especially hit hard with the death of Jane Goodall, someone she’s always deeply admired.

Becky with her dog, Carla

Virtual friendships and grief in retirement

In these retirement years, they say friendships are more difficult to make. Partly, that’s because many of our friends originated from our work life. It also may be because we are more limited in the social functions we can attend.

Certainly, I’ve found the ability to connect with people virtually to be a wonderful perk of living in this day and age! (But, then again, I’ve always been a bit of an introverted geek.)

In the end, both friendship and grief are personal. Theyโ€™re about love and admiration, not about how often weโ€™ve met in person. Our friendships and grief should never be judged as “not real” by society. Only we can judge the depth of our feelings about our emotions or our relationships.

Grief is so difficult, but something, I’m afraid, that is one of the downsides of aging. Our “real” friends (whether in person or virtual) are there for us, help us through the pain, and bring us the joy of being seen and understood.

Whether our friends live down the street or on the other side of a screen, what matters most is that we show up for one another โ€” with empathy, honesty, and love.

Blessed by the Sound of Music

Music works Miracles!

This post is kind of a โ€œpart 2โ€ to the one I wrote a little while ago: Lessons from My Motherโ€™s Journey with Alzheimerโ€™s.

Last month, Mom landed in the hospital with sepsis. (Donโ€™t worryโ€”sheโ€™s doing much better now!) While she was still in her hospital bed, a volunteer wheeled in a keyboard and started playing Que Sera, Sera. And there was Momโ€”singing right along, like she hadnโ€™t missed a beat.

Seeing that video reminded me how powerful music can be, especially for people with dementia. I went hunting through my old piano books and pulled out The Sound of Music. (Yes, I still had it from childhood!) I started practicing, and during our nightly calls, Iโ€™d play for Mom. Sheโ€™d hum or sing along, and no matter how many notes I missed, she always ended with, โ€œOh, I just LOVED that!โ€ Yes, she’ll always be my biggest fan!

Itโ€™s become our sweet little bedtime ritualโ€”me practicing, her singing, neither of us caring that it’s the same routine every night. (Though our nightly concert might be wearing thin for my house-mates, John and Mari!)

When I visited Mom in person last week, we even recorded her singing The Sound of Music. And right at the end, as she sang, โ€œMy heart will be blessed with the sound of music, and Iโ€™ll sing once more,โ€ I teared up and totally screwed up my notes at the exact most emotional moment. Typical me!

Now, I donโ€™t want to make it sound like music is the only way to reach Mom. Sheโ€™s always brighter when she sees me, either via FaceTime and especially, in person. But music definitely adds an extra sparkle. It makes her happy. It makes me happy. And it brings back a flood of memories for both of us.

I Simply Remember My Favorite Things

Music has been a part of our family’s history throughout my life. Mom played the piano and my sister and I both learned to play, too. Broadway musical hits were popular in our family, but “The Sound of Music” was undoubtedly the musical that generates so many memories:

  • One of the first movies I saw at the theater!
  • Mom singing My Favorite Things to me when I was little and crying.
  • Hearing the songs over and over again from our stereo or being played on the piano.
  • Our family watching the movie annually together once it was out on TV.
  • For Momโ€™s 70th birthday, I rewrote the lyrics to So Long, Farewell, and her six grandkids performed it in a skit that had everyone cracking up.
  • Singing “Climb Every Mountain” with Dee O’Malley, one of Mom’s best friends.

Music isn’t a cure, but can be a sweet relief from the fears that come with Alzheimer’s. I created this video to the tune of “Raindrops on Roses” hoping it will help Mom simply remember her favorite things.


Lessons from My Mother’s Journey with Alzheimer’s

For the past several months, my life (and most of my blog posts) have been about my Mom and her journey with dementia due to Alzheimer’s. While everyone’s journey and progression is going to be different, there is so much I’m learning, both about the disease, and about myself.

I don’t want to minimize the pain of this cruel disease. I know it’s heart-breaking. But, honestly, I feel closer to my mother than I ever have in my adult life.

While I still have fears about the future, here are some of the unexpected sweet memories I’ll carry with me about this time:

She still lights up when she sees me

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel”

~Maya Angelou

I call Mom every day and I’m usually able to step her through getting on FaceTime so that we can see each other’s faces.

I’m always amazed at how much this act of seeing my face on the phone serves to excite her! She’s excited about seeing me in person, too, but she just really loves it that she can see me so clearly on the phone. “It’s like you’re right here in the room with me!” she’ll say.

I think a lot of this excitement is that we have the technology to do this and that she’s actually using it!

Screenshot of a call with Mom 7-20-25 – Her smile says it all!

But whether we sing a song together (something she loves to do) or I tell her about my day (sometimes multiple times) or I remind her of a family story, she absolutely loves our visits.

If I tell her a story that makes her laugh, I can share it again tomorrow โ€” and sheโ€™ll laugh just as hard, as if hearing it for the first time.

Living in the moment – Truly!

Happiness self-help books tell us to “live in the moment” and not ruminate about things we can’t change. When you can’t remember much, you really can’t help but to “live in the moment.”

I know that it can be frustrating for Mom to have a feeling of fear or sadness and not really remember the origination of that feeling.

It’s been difficult to navigate her grief over people who have died. She doesn’t remember their deaths. When she asks about people who have died, I gently remind her, telling her how much she loved them and how comforted they were by her at the end of their lives.

When she says she can’t remember their actual deaths, I say something like, “I think our minds don’t want us to use up space with sad, painful memories. But let’s talk about the happy memories.”

Then I’ll tell her one of those memories that I know makes her smile, and she’ll soon forget her sadness.

Iโ€™ve seen how prolonged grief can be all-consuming on those of us with full memory. In some ways, I think my mom is spared that burden. Her mind gently shields her from the sharp edges of loss.

Letting her be the mother

I learned a lot by taking a class through CareBlazers about how family members can best care for someone with dementia.

In the month before moving Mom and Philip to a Senior Facility, I lived with them to help care for them. Even though there were times I needed to help or get Mom to do things she didn’t want to do, I was careful to not treat her as though I were the mother and she was the child.

She responded best when I would ask for her help. For example, I asked to borrow her blowdryer and my Dad’s old bathrobe. (He’d died in 2010, but she’d kept his huge bathrobe.) After I took a bath, she was so pleased to see me cozy in his oversized bathrobe. She came over to give me a big hug, knowing she’d provided not just hospitality, but a way for me to reconnect with my father, through his robe.

I still use every chance I can to remind Mom how much I respect and admire her. I admire her humor, her resilience, and her strength. When I tell her this on a FaceTime call, I see her face visibly fill with pride. She often will get tears in her eyes and say something like, “Oh, Yvette, that means so much to me. I love you so much.”

There’s More!

As I’m writing this, I keep thinking of more I’d like to say, but this post is getting long, so I’ll wait for a “Part 2.”

For now, I’ll end in saying that experiencing these calls and visits with Mom, while not always easy, have been so very rewarding.

The Partyโ€™s Overโ€ฆ But the Mission Continues

Our Longest Day Party may be over, and Iโ€™m thrilled to share that Iโ€™ve already exceeded my fundraising goal โ€” thank you to everyone who donated or supported the cause

Even though the event has passed, the Alzheimerโ€™s Association continues its vital work every day โ€” and donations are always welcome.

If this story touched your heart, feel free to contribute here:
 http://act.alz.org/goto/KeepMemoriesAlive

Every dollar helps keep memories alive and supports families like mine through their Alzheimerโ€™s journey.

Robotic Pet Provides Joy for All

Episode of Simpsons with robotic seals – My grandchildren shared this episode with me when I told them the story of their Great Grandmother’s new robotic cat.

Robotics and AI have really taken off in the past couple of years. I’m recognizing how much these advances in technology can help people with dementia. One of the sweetest surprises has been how much joy a robotic cat has brought my momโ€”and not just to her, but to many residents at her senior living community.

Mom, with her new robotic cat, Joy, sitting with her friend, Maggie

A robotic pet was first recommended to me by the Alzheimer’s Association. I was very worried about how Mom would cope with the loss of her (second) partner. Being a nurse, wonderful mother, and animal lover, Mom’s purpose has always been about taking care of others. The woman I spoke to said a robotic pet may help bring her some comfort.

Not a Great First Impression

I was skeptical, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to buy her a robo-cat. When I saw the company that put out these robotic pets was called “Joy for All,” I thought it might be some supernatural sign. Mom’s partner’s last name was “Joy.”

Originally, Mom had the reaction I’d expected. “I’m not so far gone that I don’t know the difference between a real cat and a toy!” she said. And then she added, “but it was a very nice gesture,” not wanting to hurt my feelings.

I told her I wasn’t trying to fool her. It’s just that it was a pretty cool “toy.” If she didn’t want it, though, I could send him back.

Robotic Cat is a Hit with Community

We brought the robotic cat down to dinner with us and everyone at the table loved it! It got so much attention that Mom started to rethink her position. She saw there was value in this “toy” after all!

Robotic cat, Joy, is a big hit with the residents

By the end of the next day, Mom not only decided to keep “Joy,” but I sent robotic cats to two of her friends who had become enamored with the cute futuristic pet.

So Many Benefits, So Much Joy

The robotic cat could purr, meow (or be put in silent mode), roll-over for a tummy scratch, and “pseudo-lick” its paws. Mom and her friends marveled at how easy it was to get the same kind of comfort and attachment you’d feel from a live cat, without any of the problems. “We should buy stock in the company that puts this out!” declared Mom.

Joy rolling over for a tummy-scratch

We talked about all the benefits of a robotic pet:

  • No need to feed them
  • No need to clean their poop
  • No worries about shedding
  • No worries they’ll run out when you’re not looking
  • No expensive visits to the vet
  • and the best thing, I reminded Mom, “you never have to worry about them getting sick or dying!”

Mom quickly replied: “We just better make sure I have plenty of batteries!”

Two Months Later

Over two months have passed since I gave Mom the robotic cat. She often talks about how much she enjoys him, often adding something like, “I don’t care who thinks its silly.”

I tell her, “No one thinks its silly, Mom. I’m glad you like him!”

This experience has made me reflect on what it means to feel connectedโ€”even to something inanimate. If it brings comfort, calm, or a sense of companionship, thatโ€™s real. Thatโ€™s valuable.

I may just have to get one of those robotic cats for myself.

The Partyโ€™s Overโ€ฆ But the Mission Continues

Our Longest Day Party may be over, and Iโ€™m thrilled to share that Iโ€™ve already exceeded my fundraising goal โ€” thank you to everyone who donated or supported the cause! ๐Ÿ’œ

Even though the event has passed, the Alzheimerโ€™s Association continues its vital work every day โ€” and donations are always welcome.

If this story touched your heart, feel free to contribute here:
๐Ÿ”— http://act.alz.org/goto/KeepMemoriesAlive

Every dollar helps keep memories alive and supports families like mine through their Alzheimerโ€™s journey.