To refresh the original purpose of my earlier blogs. These shorter inserts offer the reason I started to search for any data, ancient or otherwise on human consciousness, specifically related to Alzheimer’s.
At 89 years of age (well past my used by date) it may well be that I am a candidate with a focus on my own pending dementia. If so, then the theory and the method I write about is holding it at bay. To address the health of my mind in this way could be the catalyst that retains its own functional activity.
“Those were the days”
An early photograph of myself and my wife Jean.
We were both born in Govan Glasgow 1927.
The Logie St photograph above is where I was born. The tenement housing where Jean was born has long since been demolished.
Throughout our life together, I gradually learned the true meaning of her nature. Without demonstration she imposed a silent, peaceful, honest way to live.
The latter years of Jean’s life were afflicted by dementia, and its unfortunate effects.
If there is a potential health benefit contained in our language, and that paying attention to absolutes and their disposition toward healing, it is justification enough for me to keep writing.
There will be no ‘end’ to that – I will not be here to finish it.
Perhaps interested professionals will.
Will agree with Faulkner that between nothing and grief, I too will choose grief.
Grief for me offers up memories of a nature that is now part of me. Memories with real meaning I constantly cherish.
Those memories motivate me to write this copy as long as I am able.
‘I’ll be seeing you’
Classic music courtesy of Relaxdaily.net.
and You Tube.
It also tells you just how long we were married.
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