It was a year ago this month the first time I had a mini-stroke. I had lost over 15 years of memory. I had no idea who my husband was and I didn’t realize my children were grown and out of the house. Complete amnesia. The second time, I couldn’t remember the last few years. At least that time, I knew my husband and he gently brought me back by helping me to remember. The other black out moments I was alone, but I made my way back. It was just as scary. The neurologist is setting up more tests and working with my family doctor on a treatment plan. Trying to get my blood pressure spikes under control. Next time, I might not be so lucky.
I have holes in my memory. Like most of us, we forget why we walked into a room – “what did I come in here for anyway?” This is a little more...like driving a familiar route and suddenly not remembering where you are. At least for today, I remember my name! But I don’t want to forget those memories that are so very precious to me. I have to focus really hard to remember my sister’s voice. It’s been 14 years now and I don’t want to forget. Ever.
Today would have been Dad’s 84th birthday. I miss him so much it hurts. Both of my parents. They both had TIA's. Did it frighten them too?
We lost our father October 19, 2017 from colon and pancreatic cancer. Just a few short months after his 80th birthday. The last birthday we celebrated with Dad, we had strung up photos to showcase his life. Photos help me remember.
Time is precious. Time matters. Will you want to remember the good and the bad? There should be an urgency about time in our lives.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
What are you doing with your life? Make it count.
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad, I love you ~