As I grow older, I find myself becoming more aware of my memories – not because I want to live in the past, but because I want to better understand the life I have lived. My memories remind me who I have loved, what has shaped me, what I have overcome, and what wisdom I hope to pass on to future generations.
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During the many years I cared for my husband, Stan, after his spinal cord stroke, I sometimes sensed a disconnection growing between us. I couldn’t have explained it then. There was simply so much that needed attention. Appointments to make, medications to manage, symptoms to watch, decisions to make. The days became organized around what needed to be done.
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Caregiving asks us to hold many things at once. There are appointments to remember, medications to manage, schedules to coordinate, forms to complete, meals to prepare, and practical needs that often leave little space for anything beyond what must be done today. The responsibilities are real, important, and at times unrelenting.
Keepsake Stories: | Preserving meaning, memory, and connection | — one story at a time Read More »
This morning, I noticed something small—but important. A thought came in, followed quickly by a feeling. Nothing unusual about that; it happens all day long. But what I noticed was what came next. There was a moment—brief, almost imperceptible—where I could have gone along for the ride. I could have followed the thought, believed it, and allowed the feeling to take over. Or… I could pause, and become curious.
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I’m in Lake Tahoe as I write this, and a few nights ago, during the full moon, I stepped out onto the deck and took this photograph. The lake was moving—not wildly, not storming—but not still either. There was a quiet rhythm across the surface, and the moonlight stretched out over the water in a way that immediately drew me in.
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