Documenting of the Warren family stories and memory loss.
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I got these cards "Parents are human" designed to deepen your relationship with your parents. I thought it would be a good indoor activity since we're trying to work on social distancing.
I am looking for different coloring book pages to print out on my watercolor paper. Flowers would probably be best - he liked coloring flowers with me. Should I print two? One is probably fine, we can share and do it together. My parents said my grandfather didn't even really understand what food was in the last couple weeks and didn't understand how to eat. We go to Easter brunch with my parents and I pack all the coloring stuff in my bag. Watercolors for Ba and me, markers and drawing book for my son Joss. "Are you going to draw pictures for Ba?" I ask Joss. He says he will and is excited. "Can I do it now?" "No, let's wait till we go see Ba," I tell him. We walk into Golden Age and I am expecting to see Ba sitting in his usual chair in the living room with the other residents. "He's still in bed," Connie says. We make our way into the back where his room is. He looks so strange. He reminds me of my grandmother
Thursday I am going out the front door of my office when my cell buzzes in my bag. It's my mom. She sounds panicked. She says something about a huge explosion near her house and she doesn't know what to do and then she has to go. She says she'll be in contact later. I'm puzzled and worried and mention it to my coworker as we head for the train station. I take my seat on the 6:27 train leaving San Francisco and then proceed to text my boyfriend with the little information I have from my mom's scary and cryptic phone call. I don't hear anything from my mom on the way home and I fall asleep on the train, frightened, but lulled by the train's familiar rocking and my own mental self-assurances. As the train pulls up to the San Bruno station, I see a huge plume of black smoke emanating from the west, but still very close by. A man in scrubs waiting to get off the train at the same stop as me says he heard it was a plane crash. Stunned, I exit the train in
I was looking over my blog and realizing I haven't written since August of last year. My grandparents really don't say much anymore, and there seems to only be a few stories left that they can remember. I woke up around midnight last night and couldn't fall back to sleep for a couple of hours. It would be easy to blame the fact that we took a red-eye back from our Kauai honeymoon yesterday morning, came back and napped for a few hours until around noon, but it was my mind that was keeping me awake. We arrived back on a Tuesday, and my mom hosted our weekly Dementia Dinner, which is now my tongue-in-cheek name for dinners with my grandparents. My mother was kind enough to cook Chinese dishes for us, and my grandparents were half an hour late. I called them at 3p to tell them that dinner was at 5p - my mom was trying to be considerate of us since we were exhausted from our trip. She called them again at 4:55p and they hadn't left the house yet and still h
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