Monday, October 22, 2012

Huntington's Disease Moves Friend Away

Another resident is moving out., but not just any resident, my best friend here, Mary. She moved a month before I did. We are just a few years apart in age. We both are here because our progressive diseases have left us unable to care for ourselves. She was the only person who understood my situation and I hers. Mary has Huntington's Diseases, HD, and I have Multiple Sclerosis, MS. Now she is moving on to a facility that will give her more care. I see my future in her eyes, but HD is a deadly disease. Mary's father died from it. She remembers being there when he started choking. Chocking is often how it happens...the end. Mary knows all this, but she never let it bring her down, not in front of me anyway. I'm sure she had her dark moments and those may continue. HD is not kind to the brain, paranoia, anxiety, depression, all add to an already ugly experience. Still Mary always had a smile and laugh for me. She was my table mate. I will miss her so much...now who will understand what I have to go through just to show up at dinner or play a card game? Only Mary would talk with me about Indy films, foreign films, art, classical music, NPR, Obama---we shared the same likes.

Of all the "Good Byes" I have had to go through here in my almost four years...this will be the hardest. She doesn't know what day she will be gone. I will never forget her, such an inspiration, such courage, such a kind, beautiful soul. 
Here she is opening her 60th birthday gift, a collection of cards, letters, and printed emails from all of her friends and family. Her cousin arranged the surprise and Mary loved it. Because HD is hereditary, Mary chose to adopt, she has a son who adores her. She grew up in a military family, so she has lived in many countries, states, cities. Her favorite was Washington, DC.  But, of course Seattle stole her heart as it is apt to do to anyone. I'll miss her stories. She is apt to steal any one's heart.

Such is life at these places, people come and go in short time. My heart seems to harden a bit with each 'leaving.' I must learn how best to deal with such brief friendships. So much about living in a retirement/assisted living home that I have not yet comprehended. It is so deep, very spiritual, I am gifted to meet these special people. I must never forget how special is this gift. I must rejoice in the knowing of them, not feel sorry for myself when they must go. I guess I have never been good at losing friends.

Such is life in these places. Thank you, Mary, you were the best friend to me, I know you know how much your understanding meant to me.

5 comments:

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Another resident is moving out., but not just any resident, my best friend here, Mary. She moved a month before I did. We are just a few years apart in age. We both are here because our progressive diseases have left us unable to care for ourselves. She was the only person who understood my situation and I hers. Mary has Huntington's Diseases, HD, and I have Multiple Sclerosis, MS. Now she is moving on to a facility that will give her more care. I see my future in her eyes, but HD is a deadly disease. Mary's father died from it. She remembers being there when he started choking. Chocking is often how it happens...the end. Mary knows all this, but she never let it bring her down, not in front of me anyway. I'm sure she had her dark moments and those may continue. HD is not kind to the brain, paranoia, anxiety, depression, all add to an already ugly experience. Still Mary always had a smile and laugh for me. She was my table mate. I will miss her so much...now who will understand what I have to go through just to show up at dinner or play a card game? Only Mary would talk with me about Indy films, foreign films, art, classical music, NPR, Obama---we shared the same likes.

Of all the "Good Byes" I have had to go through here in my almost four years...this will be the hardest. She doesn't know what day she will be gone. I will never forget her, such an inspiration, such courage, such a kind, beautiful soul. 
Here she is opening her 60th birthday gift, a collection of cards, letters, and printed emails from all of her friends and family. Her cousin arranged the surprise and Mary loved it. Because HD is hereditary, Mary chose to adopt, she has a son who adores her. She grew up in a military family, so she has lived in many countries, states, cities. Her favorite was Washington, DC.  But, of course Seattle stole her heart as it is apt to do to anyone. I'll miss her stories. She is apt to steal any one's heart.

Such is life at these places, people come and go in short time. My heart seems to harden a bit with each 'leaving.' I must learn how best to deal with such brief friendships. So much about living in a retirement/assisted living home that I have not yet comprehended. It is so deep, very spiritual, I am gifted to meet these special people. I must never forget how special is this gift. I must rejoice in the knowing of them, not feel sorry for myself when they must go. I guess I have never been good at losing friends.

Such is life in these places. Thank you, Mary, you were the best friend to me, I know you know how much your understanding meant to me.

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OldLady Of The Hills said...

Another resident is moving out., but not just any resident, my best friend here, Mary. She moved a month before I did. We are just a few years apart in age. We both are here because our progressive diseases have left us unable to care for ourselves. She was the only person who understood my situation and I hers. Mary has Huntington's Diseases, HD, and I have Multiple Sclerosis, MS. Now she is moving on to a facility that will give her more care. I see my future in her eyes, but HD is a deadly disease. Mary's father died from it. She remembers being there when he started choking. Chocking is often how it happens...the end. Mary knows all this, but she never let it bring her down, not in front of me anyway. I'm sure she had her dark moments and those may continue. HD is not kind to the brain, paranoia, anxiety, depression, all add to an already ugly experience. Still Mary always had a smile and laugh for me. She was my table mate. I will miss her so much...now who will understand what I have to go through just to show up at dinner or play a card game? Only Mary would talk with me about Indy films, foreign films, art, classical music, NPR, Obama---we shared the same likes.

Of all the "Good Byes" I have had to go through here in my almost four years...this will be the hardest. She doesn't know what day she will be gone. I will never forget her, such an inspiration, such courage, such a kind, beautiful soul. 
Here she is opening her 60th birthday gift, a collection of cards, letters, and printed emails from all of her friends and family. Her cousin arranged the surprise and Mary loved it. Because HD is hereditary, Mary chose to adopt, she has a son who adores her. She grew up in a military family, so she has lived in many countries, states, cities. Her favorite was Washington, DC.  But, of course Seattle stole her heart as it is apt to do to anyone. I'll miss her stories. She is apt to steal any one's heart.

Such is life at these places, people come and go in short time. My heart seems to harden a bit with each 'leaving.' I must learn how best to deal with such brief friendships. So much about living in a retirement/assisted living home that I have not yet comprehended. It is so deep, very spiritual, I am gifted to meet these special people. I must never forget how special is this gift. I must rejoice in the knowing of them, not feel sorry for myself when they must go. I guess I have never been good at losing friends.

Such is life in these places. Thank you, Mary, you were the best friend to me, I know you know how much your understanding meant to me.

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Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Another resident is moving out., but not just any resident, my best friend here, Mary. She moved a month before I did. We are just a few years apart in age. We both are here because our progressive diseases have left us unable to care for ourselves. She was the only person who understood my situation and I hers. Mary has Huntington's Diseases, HD, and I have Multiple Sclerosis, MS. Now she is moving on to a facility that will give her more care. I see my future in her eyes, but HD is a deadly disease. Mary's father died from it. She remembers being there when he started choking. Chocking is often how it happens...the end. Mary knows all this, but she never let it bring her down, not in front of me anyway. I'm sure she had her dark moments and those may continue. HD is not kind to the brain, paranoia, anxiety, depression, all add to an already ugly experience. Still Mary always had a smile and laugh for me. She was my table mate. I will miss her so much...now who will understand what I have to go through just to show up at dinner or play a card game? Only Mary would talk with me about Indy films, foreign films, art, classical music, NPR, Obama---we shared the same likes.

Of all the "Good Byes" I have had to go through here in my almost four years...this will be the hardest. She doesn't know what day she will be gone. I will never forget her, such an inspiration, such courage, such a kind, beautiful soul. 
Here she is opening her 60th birthday gift, a collection of cards, letters, and printed emails from all of her friends and family. Her cousin arranged the surprise and Mary loved it. Because HD is hereditary, Mary chose to adopt, she has a son who adores her. She grew up in a military family, so she has lived in many countries, states, cities. Her favorite was Washington, DC.  But, of course Seattle stole her heart as it is apt to do to anyone. I'll miss her stories. She is apt to steal any one's heart.

Such is life at these places, people come and go in short time. My heart seems to harden a bit with each 'leaving.' I must learn how best to deal with such brief friendships. So much about living in a retirement/assisted living home that I have not yet comprehended. It is so deep, very spiritual, I am gifted to meet these special people. I must never forget how special is this gift. I must rejoice in the knowing of them, not feel sorry for myself when they must go. I guess I have never been good at losing friends.

Such is life in these places. Thank you, Mary, you were the best friend to me, I know you know how much your understanding meant to me.

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Harkoo said...

Another resident is moving out., but not just any resident, my best friend here, Mary. She moved a month before I did. We are just a few years apart in age. We both are here because our progressive diseases have left us unable to care for ourselves. She was the only person who understood my situation and I hers. Mary has Huntington's Diseases, HD, and I have Multiple Sclerosis, MS. Now she is moving on to a facility that will give her more care. I see my future in her eyes, but HD is a deadly disease. Mary's father died from it. She remembers being there when he started choking. Chocking is often how it happens...the end. Mary knows all this, but she never let it bring her down, not in front of me anyway. I'm sure she had her dark moments and those may continue. HD is not kind to the brain, paranoia, anxiety, depression, all add to an already ugly experience. Still Mary always had a smile and laugh for me. She was my table mate. I will miss her so much...now who will understand what I have to go through just to show up at dinner or play a card game? Only Mary would talk with me about Indy films, foreign films, art, classical music, NPR, Obama---we shared the same likes.

Of all the "Good Byes" I have had to go through here in my almost four years...this will be the hardest. She doesn't know what day she will be gone. I will never forget her, such an inspiration, such courage, such a kind, beautiful soul. 
Here she is opening her 60th birthday gift, a collection of cards, letters, and printed emails from all of her friends and family. Her cousin arranged the surprise and Mary loved it. Because HD is hereditary, Mary chose to adopt, she has a son who adores her. She grew up in a military family, so she has lived in many countries, states, cities. Her favorite was Washington, DC.  But, of course Seattle stole her heart as it is apt to do to anyone. I'll miss her stories. She is apt to steal any one's heart.

Such is life at these places, people come and go in short time. My heart seems to harden a bit with each 'leaving.' I must learn how best to deal with such brief friendships. So much about living in a retirement/assisted living home that I have not yet comprehended. It is so deep, very spiritual, I am gifted to meet these special people. I must never forget how special is this gift. I must rejoice in the knowing of them, not feel sorry for myself when they must go. I guess I have never been good at losing friends.

Such is life in these places. Thank you, Mary, you were the best friend to me, I know you know how much your understanding meant to me.

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Diane J Standiford said...

Another resident is moving out., but not just any resident, my best friend here, Mary. She moved a month before I did. We are just a few years apart in age. We both are here because our progressive diseases have left us unable to care for ourselves. She was the only person who understood my situation and I hers. Mary has Huntington's Diseases, HD, and I have Multiple Sclerosis, MS. Now she is moving on to a facility that will give her more care. I see my future in her eyes, but HD is a deadly disease. Mary's father died from it. She remembers being there when he started choking. Chocking is often how it happens...the end. Mary knows all this, but she never let it bring her down, not in front of me anyway. I'm sure she had her dark moments and those may continue. HD is not kind to the brain, paranoia, anxiety, depression, all add to an already ugly experience. Still Mary always had a smile and laugh for me. She was my table mate. I will miss her so much...now who will understand what I have to go through just to show up at dinner or play a card game? Only Mary would talk with me about Indy films, foreign films, art, classical music, NPR, Obama---we shared the same likes.

Of all the "Good Byes" I have had to go through here in my almost four years...this will be the hardest. She doesn't know what day she will be gone. I will never forget her, such an inspiration, such courage, such a kind, beautiful soul. 
Here she is opening her 60th birthday gift, a collection of cards, letters, and printed emails from all of her friends and family. Her cousin arranged the surprise and Mary loved it. Because HD is hereditary, Mary chose to adopt, she has a son who adores her. She grew up in a military family, so she has lived in many countries, states, cities. Her favorite was Washington, DC.  But, of course Seattle stole her heart as it is apt to do to anyone. I'll miss her stories. She is apt to steal any one's heart.

Such is life at these places, people come and go in short time. My heart seems to harden a bit with each 'leaving.' I must learn how best to deal with such brief friendships. So much about living in a retirement/assisted living home that I have not yet comprehended. It is so deep, very spiritual, I am gifted to meet these special people. I must never forget how special is this gift. I must rejoice in the knowing of them, not feel sorry for myself when they must go. I guess I have never been good at losing friends.

Such is life in these places. Thank you, Mary, you were the best friend to me, I know you know how much your understanding meant to me.

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