Alzheimer's and Brain Awareness Month:Imprinted On His Heart

Alzheimer's and Brain Awareness Month:Imprinted On His Heart

June is Alzheimer's and Brain Awareness Month and No Bags To Check is going purple with a series dedicated to this important cause and the Alzheimer's Association's The Longest Day event on June 21st. This guest post is by Amy Negussie.

He rode is bicycle across the country—L.A. to D.C. He hiked the Appalachian trail. He talked about sailing the distance of the Intracoastals. He was an engineer with JPL (NASA research & development). My grandpa is one of the smartest kindest, hardest—working-men I’ve ever known.

One time in high school I told him I was going to be a hair stylist and he told me there were enough hairdressers in the world. I was sixteen so of course I got very mad at him—but he meant the best. He wanted the best for me, and the best out of me.

He was so proud of me when I got into Princeton Theological Seminary. He wanted me to get a Ph.D. In fact, I don’t think he would have called himself a feminist but when my Dad asked his permission to get married as teenagers his only requirement was that his bride-to-be finish college before they have kids.

But my younger girl cousins in middle school and high school didn’t have the same grandpa I did. They had a ghost of my grandpa. Their grandpa was man who would try to pretend he was following conversation, a man who would repeat himself constantly, a man who was frail, a man who depended on his dog to find his way home from a walk, a man who would smile and then stare off into space.

The last Christmas we were all together he even started cussing when dinner was taking too long or the whole family was talking at once.  But we will all remember a man who thanked God for the food, and told his wife he loved her. Those were the very last words to go. They were imprinted on his heart.

As Alzheimer’s steals away my grandfather more and more each year, I imagine what he would have said when I told him I was getting married and wearing his mother’s wedding dress. I imagine what he would have said when he saw that I was pregnant. And, I imagine how big he would smile when I sat my son on his lap.

I pray that my uncles and my father will be spared this disease. I pray that a cure will be found. I pray that no more grandchildren will be robbed of knowing their grandfather because of Alzheimer’s.

 Amy Negussie is the "creative mama of a baby boy she calls Sugar and a naughty pitty puppy, and wife to her Tall Dark Handsome (TDH) husband." Through her blog, Lincoln Park Housewife, she hopes "sharing my memoirs, musings, and  misadventures as wife and mother brightens your day and helps you accept yourself as God has made you as I do the same." Make sure to like Lincoln Park Housewife on Facebook and follow on Twitter @AmyNegussie. 

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