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There’s a moment that’s small, almost invisible, when forgetting stops being funny. We all know the harmless versions. Walking into a room and wondering why. Calling the dog by the wrong name. Standing in the grocery aisle, certain something is important… but not sure what. That’s aging. That’s human. And most of the time, we…
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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…
I have Parkinson's. Parkinson's doesn't have me! 