Thank you to The Mighty for publishing the following story about one of my precious grandmothers and her journey with dementia. I thought I would also share the story here on my blog with some additional photos of Grandma Horne.
Friday, September 9, 2016
September 7 is never an easy day for me. It was many years ago on September 7 that I began a journey I would never have chosen for my life ever. Living with a condition that has caused severe chronic pain and been progressively physically disabling has not been easy. But this year I determined that instead or moping or feeling sorry for myself on September 7, I would write an article counting the many positives that have come from my challenging journey, focusing on the good God has brought into my life.
Thank you to The Mighty for publishing my article on September 7. You can read it on their website (double click on the word "website") or for your convenience I've copied and pasted the text from the article below.
17 Positives That Have Grown Out of My 17 Years With Chronic Pain
Tomorrow is a dark “anniversary” for me. As of tomorrow, I will have lived with a severe form of chronic pain for 17 years. It will be 17 years since I lost my ability to take a single awake breath without an awareness of the constant pain I live with or to move my body easily and freely the way I once could.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
My family has some very exciting news to share: our nest has grown! A few evenings ago a special young man named Joe moved into our home. Joe's younger sister is our daughter Samantha, and in the 6.5 years since we adopted Sam, Joe has become very dear to our hearts. It is with great joy we welcome Joe!
The other night, a few days before Joe moved in, I sat outside in the cool of a late summer's evening, quietly watching as the sun's last light waned over the darkening sky. As my spirit absorbed the silence of a dawning night, my heart quietly listened, mulled over life, and grew.
I have been contemplating the theme of nests lately, and that night my mind remembered back to when my nest began. Eric and I had been married a few years when we became parents for the first time.
|Meeting Sammy for the first time|
|1st full day together|
And sometimes, love comes slowly, creeps up quietly in your heart and nestles in until you wonder how you ever lived without it.
I first met Joe 6.5 years ago as he stood quietly in the doorway of our old house, shyly saying hello as he and his foster mom dropped Sam off for a pre-adoption visit.
|Siblings reunited 2010|
another town and we and his foster mom made it a top priority to keep the two siblings in close contact with regular visits.
For the past 6.5 years, every month or twoJoe would fly to my nest, perch on the edge for a day or two or twelve... and then fly back home to the safe and cozy nest in which he lived.
|Red Robins 2014|
|high school grad|
Suddenly a few weeks ago we were asked if Joe could come to us. We had very little time to make a decision, but sometimes you just know in the deepest part of your heart what the right step to take is. This was one of those times. With God whispering into our spirits to go forward in faith, our nest expanded.
And so, on that quiet evening on my back deck, as I sat beneath my
|Moving in 2016!|
There is a long line of special women who have loved and cared for Joe over the years, and their love for him will remain a constant in his life. In particular, he has an amazing foster mom under whose care he flourished for the past 7 years and who will continue to play a role in his life; a special Grandmother in Heaven; and a birth mother he loves deeply. These women will long be part of Joe's life and heart and I can never take their place, nor do I want to.