Daisy
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The day before yesterday, December 2, would have been my dog Daisy’s 18th birthday. Sadly, she passed away last year, just one day after her 17th birthday—at 3 a.m. on December 4. I had braced myself for a wave of sadness on her birthday. While I did shed some tears, I found myself feeling mostly…
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But life, as Benny reminded me with a blank document titled “New Call Book,” doesn’t follow a script. He told me, “Your future isn’t written, and you can’t plan what’s next in a constantly changing life.” Annie concluded, “It’s back to Daisy’s advice. You should live the way Tena is discovering how to live. By…
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It’s a sunny day and the air is so light and refreshing. I can feel it through the slightly rolled down windows as we cruise down the road headed for home. I’m enjoying the drive because the road is deserted, quiet, and none of my passengers are demanding anything from me.
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I need to let go and live one moment at a time, but Parkinson’s Disease (PD) makes that difficult. My interactions with family, friends, and strangers remind me daily of my diminishing emotional filters.
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In the rapture of this moment, I felt Daisy’s thoughts, straight from her heart. She let me know that she was no longer in pain and that she was very peaceful and happy. She also told me that she was there because she had been keeping an eye on me since she died. She wanted…
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It’s a fast and rickety wooden roller coaster ride of emotions, too. There are days when it feels like I am only an observer watching my mental control, ability to speak sensibly, and my general health slip away. This crisis of my body and mind changing due to PD is stealthy, treacherous and can be…
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Her absence is so deafening to me. It’s unbearable at times. There are no sounds of her sighing in her sleep, and shaking her head so that her ears make a flapping sound. No sound of her little feet creaking the wooden floor as she walked up and down the hallways. No clickety-clack of the…
I have Parkinson's. Parkinson's doesn't have me! 