21st Birthday Party: Share a Memory


21st Birthday Party: Share a Memory

Every day this week, we’re celebrating Caregiving.com’s 21st birthday with activities and prizes, including grand prizes which include a free seat at an upcoming Certified Caregiving Consultant training program and care packages which include sessions with two of our Certified Caregiving Consultants.

Today, we’re celebrating in honor of your carees by sharing a favorite memory or story.

What’s the memory of your caree, during good health, that you treasure the most? What’s your favorite story about your caree? What memory of your caree will you hold dear for years to come?

Share your memory and stories in our comments section, below. I'll choose a random winner to receive Holistic Healthcare Kit. This double CD set contains 45 minutes of beautiful original music for background listening and relaxation, and 45 minutes of guided meditations for understanding and utilizing the power of your emotions. Packaged along with The Yokibics Workbook for Everyday Living – 21 Exercises for Body and Soul by author Gael Chiarella Alba, a yoga therapist and Certified Caregiving Consultant who managed the care of her adult son through traumatic injury, and her parents through eldercare and hospice. She knows the journey demands balance in the most extraordinary of times. Gael's website offers caregivers a daily practice of guided messages through The Pilgrims Path: 52 Mini-Meditations for SelfCare. At www.SelfCareOasis.com, you'll also find the popular ebook 40 Simple Steps free to download to get your SelfCare habits started, along with 3 short, complimentary audio meditations.

Thanks so much for sharing your memories!

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Congrats to <a class='bp-suggestions-mention' href='https://www.caregiving.com/members/frogger16/' rel='nofollow'>@frogger16</a>, who won the Healthcare Kit!!


I have a lifetime of memories about my mother. One particular incident was in the late 1980's in Florida. Burt Reynolds had a dinner-theater venue in the town where Mom lived, so she and I got tickets for a \"ladies night out\". I don't recall what we expected, but what we got was Rip Taylor (if you don't know who he is, just think \"Hollywood Squares\") with a big handlebar mustache, a trunk full of rubber chickens and alot of confetti. Neither my mom nor I are especially silly or humorous by nature, and the absolute absurdity of the performance made us hide our faces. This was really outside of the box for us. Burt and Loni were sitting up in their balcony box watching. A memorable night for it's unexpected humor in many forms.


Hope you got some wonderful pictures to capture the memories.


One of the best and favorite memories I have of Robert happened when we were fishing off a small island near the coast. It was a beautiful, sunny, low humidity day. We took a boat taxi over to the island. There were other people on the island but at a distance. Being on a small island rather than on the typical beach is relaxing. No boom boxes, no loud voices or distractions to break the sound of the water and the distant sound of boats motoring to and from the mainland. \r\nRobert has FTD. Before the physical symptoms showed up, he was one of the best flounder fishermen in the area. He loved to fish and did so every day that was possible. He caught his own bait, knew the tidal times, knew the spots along the pier that the flounder loved and loved being outdoors over the ocean. To say he was excited about this day out on the island would be an understatement. He had been told that he would catch a huge Spanish Mackerel if he went there fishing and he believed it. He was lost in reverie as we took the short water taxi trip over to the shore of the island. \r\nFast forward to all tasks complete and time to cast out into the water with expectations as big as Texas and you get the picture and the mindset. I was looking for shells and had gotta a small distance from him. He caught my attention when he suddenly began running back and forth holding a huge fish, still attached to his hook, high up in the air and yelling, \"Major, dude! Major, dude!\" over and over. I was the only one around. It took me a moment to realize that this man had transitioned into the boy who began his love of fishing so many years before this day on a North Carolina island. He was beyond excited. Over and over he yelled, \"Major, dude!\" Robert had hooked a huge, Spanish Mackerel within the first thirty minutes of our arrival. I will always remember the moment as I watched this man ,who was often aloof and rarely impressed, transform into a boy overwhelmed by the size of his catch. It was magical.\r\nMuch later in the day we watched all the boats coming in from further out in the ocean. Huge pleasure boats, boats filled with tourists who had paid to go off-shore and fish, small family -owned boats, even smaller boats with one or two fishermen in them and one motor on the back raced in a chaotic run for the shore.I would not have been surprised to see a bath tub being paddled home in the mad rush for the mainland. \r\nWhat a wonderful day!! It was, in Robert's words, \"Major, dude!


In the summer of 2012, my wife J and I took my mom on a trip to Oregon. We stopped in Portland to see J's parents, then drove down the coast, showing her our favorite spots. We stayed for a week in a house one block from the beach. J's family joined us after a few days so there were about a dozen of us in total, ranging in age from 8 months to 87 years. I can still see my mom sitting on a bench at the beach, wearing a big white hat and movie star sunglasses. She watched us all as we clambered down the rocks to hunt for agates.

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