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I'm Your Daughter.</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome. In 1998 my Mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.  She lived with me until the middle of Dec 2006 when I went into the hospital.  She passed away June 10, 2007.  I still miss her so much.

I have always loved books and have connected them to all the events in my life.  Books reflect my life journey.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bridgingmemories.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014293333986503129/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377652272967213715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RDQD0qJ6hzs/TQTuMdpV9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/RrzgmuGgTAg/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-09%2Bat%2B10.03.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BridgingMemories-MotherDoYouRememberMeImYourDaughter" /><feedburner:info uri="bridgingmemories-motherdoyouremembermeimyourdaughter" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ARX8-fip7ImA9Wx9REUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014293333986503129.post-3662726766480758765</id><published>2010-12-12T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:47:24.156-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-12T08:47:24.156-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Windows 2 My Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Living in the Shadow of Alzheimer's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alzheimer's" /><title>Do You Know Me?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3662726766480758765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014293333986503129&amp;postID=3662726766480758765&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014293333986503129/posts/default/3662726766480758765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014293333986503129/posts/default/3662726766480758765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BridgingMemories-MotherDoYouRememberMeImYourDaughter/~3/uQvzCXj2ly8/do-you-know-me.html" title="Do You Know Me?" /><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377652272967213715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RDQD0qJ6hzs/TQTuMdpV9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/RrzgmuGgTAg/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-09%2Bat%2B10.03.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RDQD0qJ6hzs/TQTudhHSVHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/x99J0NfDNbw/s72-c/IMAG0208.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
My thoughts are splintered as I think about friends and life experiences.  My husband took himself off the road for medical reasons a year and a half ago.  Unfortunately that cut our income in half.  I feel isolated as I try to figure out the money issues.  I know he is suffering and until a few months ago did not even have a diagnosis. – We found out that he has herniated disks in his lower 
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By LibraryDragon 

View this Toon at ToonDoo 
Create your own ToonI was reading a writing prompt on http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474978604784 by Greg Schiller about family stories.  The writing prompt itself seems important to me. 
"Write anything you want, humorous or not, fanciful or factual on the theme of family stories."Tell the stories that your family retells 
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I have memories of my mother's touch as a 
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He sends his angels.

Confusion and fear can strike at any time.  I remember going shopping one day.  Mom got very antsy while we were in Michaels, craft store.  I got her to the car and she refused to get in.  I tried coaxing, I tried bribing her, begging.  This happened before I had a cell phone, so I could not call for assistance, nor could I leave her by herself to go get help. Our standoff
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I was browsing the current copy of Montana Magazine (July/Aug 2010) in the store.  There was a wonderful article about a casket maker out of Kalispell, MT.  His business is called Sweet Earth Casket and Cradle Shop. He does custom orders.  What intrigued me was his commitment to his customers.  Several of his caskets do double duty they can be other things until they are needed as caskets.  I 
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What Is Project Lifesaver International?

I first read about this project in the Summer 2010 publication of Care Advantage.  This is a program for individuals that wander.  Each individual wears a tracking device that allows first responders and volunteers to quickly find them.  In 1999 32,000 people with Alzheimer's wandered away.  Every year there are numerous cases of people with Alzheimer’s,
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If you have Celiac disease life is quite a challenge.  My friend Carol has shared her worries and concerns about another friend who is gluten intolerant.  I had never thought much about it until she shared her concerns.  Since then I have discovered make-up, dog food, lotions, and even some medications may all have gluten in them to ambush the unwary.

Celiac disease (gluten intolerant) is an 
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Research shows that photo albums often unlock memories of people who struggle with talking in the here and now.  What a great way
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The early interviews were started in 1999, after Tom was diagnosed with Early Onset at the age of 57, by NPR's Noah Adams.  All of the interviews were very poignant.I made some very personal connections as I remembered watching my mother succumb to Alzheimer's.

Tom wrote two 
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This number serves as a way to coordinate community services.  If you call the number the person who takes your call will help you work through the maze of services that are available in your community.  In an emergency it helps people determine what services 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tS6FWDl5bX56WGleUhucu853b0A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tS6FWDl5bX56WGleUhucu853b0A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BridgingMemories-MotherDoYouRememberMeImYourDaughter/~4/7aAjpyp6Cgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bridgingmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-know-about-2-1-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDSX8-eip7ImA9WxFVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014293333986503129.post-2581406542996365800</id><published>2010-06-15T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:57:58.152-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-15T16:57:58.152-06:00</app:edited><title>June 15 - World Elder Abuse Day</title><link rel="related" href="http://www.centeronelderabuse.org" title="June 15 - World Elder Abuse Day" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2581406542996365800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014293333986503129&amp;postID=2581406542996365800&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014293333986503129/posts/default/2581406542996365800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014293333986503129/posts/default/2581406542996365800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BridgingMemories-MotherDoYouRememberMeImYourDaughter/~3/eEj7xWmAEUk/june-15-world-elder-abuse-day.html" title="June 15 - World Elder Abuse Day" /><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377652272967213715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RDQD0qJ6hzs/TQTuMdpV9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/RrzgmuGgTAg/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-09%2Bat%2B10.03.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Personally I think the Tag should read "Prevent Elder Abuse Day".  According to the US Agency on the Administration of Aging 5 million seniors will be abused in the United States this year.  That is a frightening statistic.  Elder abuse comes in many forms: financial, physical, emotional, sexual and by neglect.  They also say only 1 out of every 5 instances of abuse is ever reported.

There is a 
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She felt that fathers deserved equal recognition. Sonora was inspired to help create a day that recognized fathers.  She and the Rev. Dr. Conrad Bluhm - minister at the Central United Methodist Church in Spokane, WA
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I felt my life was frozen in time.  I was buried in my loss and pain, holding myself prisoner 
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I had come for a visit during her second summer. We were just finishing lunch. Johnny was in his early twenties and was grumbling about
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Care-Giving has been a complex part of my life.  It has been diverse and individual as there were 
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http://www.MissingMoney.com


http://www.unclaimed.org

http://pbgc.gov   (pension)

http:/
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I shared this tool with Mom's daily caregivers, they all
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I was very close to my mother and still miss 
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Carol Steinberg, Executive Vice President at Alzheimer's Foundation of America, wrote about Max Wallack - Pay It Forward: Teen Puts Pieces in Place for Puzzle Project.  He is a 13
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LAheUd-VaQhgD82eILnNMLLefh4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LAheUd-VaQhgD82eILnNMLLefh4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BridgingMemories-MotherDoYouRememberMeImYourDaughter/~4/ig92Yuj_lrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bridgingmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/simply-box-new-tool-for-collecting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIHRns7fip7ImA9WxBaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014293333986503129.post-7332499843264312890</id><published>2010-03-21T09:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:05:37.506-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-21T10:05:37.506-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stimulation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Educational Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brain" /><title>Keeping The Brain Active</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7332499843264312890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014293333986503129&amp;postID=7332499843264312890&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014293333986503129/posts/default/7332499843264312890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014293333986503129/posts/default/7332499843264312890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BridgingMemories-MotherDoYouRememberMeImYourDaughter/~3/XqqFrUBZ9aI/keeping-brain-active.html" title="Keeping The Brain Active" /><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377652272967213715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RDQD0qJ6hzs/TQTuMdpV9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/RrzgmuGgTAg/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-09%2Bat%2B10.03.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When I was taking care of my mother I often used kids material and games.  I know there is a lot of controversy about using "kids" material with mature individuals.  My decision to do it stemmed from several things: 1.  My mother had been a elementary teacher and enjoyed children's art and learning 2. It was what I was familiar with 3.  I did not find similar leveled things with content for 
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