[Magdalen] Me, again.

[Judy Fleener]

Praying and reading what you write.
Judy

On Tue, Apr 26, 2016 at 12:57 AM, James Oppenheimer-Crawford <
oppenheimerjw at gmail.com> wrote:

> I think that, while we may  well cringe at the way others respond, we all
> respond to terrible things in our own heart-felt way.  My defense mechanism
> is humor.  I actually have senior moments that make me fear for my mind til
> I remember that so long as you are worried about your mind, chances are
> you've still got it.
> I remember that just a short time before her death, Mom celebrated her 99th
> birthday with family in a fine restaurant. Nobody cared that Mom was
> wearing a diaper under her dress.  She had referred to me as her nephew at
> one point recently, but I heard the love in her comment, and let the rest
> go.
> My own hope is that when it comes time for someone else to wipe my behind
> for me, that I won't know about it.
> Just the other day, my sweetie and I were shopping and on our way back to
> the car with a big paper bag full of stuff. It somehow got loose in my hand
> and I lost grip on one of the two loops and the bag immediately ripped open
> and our stuff fell on the floor of the mall. Immediately a bunch of folks
> rushed over to us, "Are you alright? Do you need another shopping bag?
> etc." It was nice to have people so solicitous, but also it was a wake up
> call.  When we got home, I said to my wife that we dropped some things on
> the floor and everyone wanted to help us out. "Dear, we are OLD!" We had a
> good laugh.  But things happen to remind us that we are all dying -- yes,
> we are all actually , really, dying.
> But there's no use getting sad about what might come, even though we know
> the ending of the play. We need to savor the joys of today, letting
> tomorrow take care of itself.
>
> A man was condemned to die, and he told the king, "Sirrah, if you will let
> me live, I will teach your horse to talk!"
> The king was so impressed by this that he gave the man two years to
> accomplish this.
> "Why did you do that? You know you can't teach this horse to talk!"
> exclaimed his friend a little later.
> "Well, you see, two years is a long time. The king may die.  Or I may die."
>  And he paused. "Or the horse may talk."
>
> http://www.newyorker.com/cartoons/a20051
>
>
> James W. Oppenheimer-Crawford
> *“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved,
> except in memory. LLAP**”  -- *Leonard Nimoy
>
> On Sun, Apr 24, 2016 at 2:43 PM, Jon Egger <revegger at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > I have been diagnosed with early-onset dementia.
> > I live to write; I am sad.
> > Please pray for me.
> >
> > Grace and peace,
> > brud
> >
>



-- 
Judy Fleener, ObJN
Western Michigan