My Tysabri Diary...Happy Father's Day and Happy 4th of July!
"You never said I'm leaving, You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it, And only God knew why
A million times I needed you, A million times I cried
If Love alone could have saved you, You never would have died
In Life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place, That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you, But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you, The day God took you home."
"When I was:
Four years old: My daddy can do anything.
Four years old: My daddy can do anything.
Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
Eight years old: My dad doesn't know exactly everything.
Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.
Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.
Fourteen years old: Don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.
Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date.
Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.
Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience.
Thirty-five years old: I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.
Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.
Fifty years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him."
Authors Unknown
My father died when I was very young, so I can't say a lot of wonderful things about him because I can't remember if there were a lot of wonderful things about him. I do remember a few good things, but I also remember some very sad times when he was abusive towards me, my 3 sisters and my mom.
I learned later that it was the bottle that made him so mean, but nevertheless, I forgave him.... did his alcoholism rear its ugly head due to the pressures of raising a family? Providing for us? Was it something from his own childhood that made him drink? Would he have changed if he grew older? These are questions I cannot answer... at my age now, I'm sure I'll find out the answers soon enough.
The funny thing is, growing up without a loving father in my life, made me more patient and tolerant of others' insecurities, frailities, and shortcomings (to a point). It has also made me richly appreciative of kind, good friends and the little things in life. Perhaps this was meant to be after all.... perhaps not. I don't rightly know for sure. It is what it is.
What I do know is that we need to love the ones we still have with us because we never know when they're going to be taken from us..., and that includes people that we love which might inevitably become Alzheimers patients, lost forever to the disease.
The funny thing is, growing up without a loving father in my life, made me more patient and tolerant of others' insecurities, frailities, and shortcomings (to a point). It has also made me richly appreciative of kind, good friends and the little things in life. Perhaps this was meant to be after all.... perhaps not. I don't rightly know for sure. It is what it is.
What I do know is that we need to love the ones we still have with us because we never know when they're going to be taken from us..., and that includes people that we love which might inevitably become Alzheimers patients, lost forever to the disease.
Thank God we have hope in AAB-001, currently in Phase III clinical trials... Happy Father's Day to all the loving fathers out in cyberspace - including grandfathers. You are a special breed indeed.