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“Mom, Dad is sick. He is seeing things for real.”

“I was hoping this was not true. Stop crying. We’ll work this out. You know his dad had Alzheimer. I think it is hereditary.”

“I remember Granddaddy having it. Did he see things?”

“Yes, he did. Don’t you remember him seeing King Tut on the wall? He used to have some wild hallucinations. He saw Bible characters and dead people.“

“I remember dad having to go search for him because he kept sneaking out of the house. Oh my God, who is going to help me with Dad? I can’t do this by myself; you know I can’t depend on my siblings. It is their Dad, but they’ll leave all this on me.”

“We need to make an appointment for the doctor to get a proper diagnosis. Have you done that?”

“No, I will after I talk to you. I have the number because I took him to the doctor a couple of months ago.”

“Where are you headed now?”

“Back home.”

“Well call me and let me know what happens.”

“I will.”

As I hung up the phone I found myself becoming angry. Why does Dad have to have this? “Lord, I whispered. Please don’t let him have this, please.”

After I called the doctor and made an appointment I called dad and told him that I would pick him up in two days. Next, I called my husband to inform him about what was happening. He basically told me to wait until the doctor diagnosed him. He went on to tell me to stop panicking and to get my ass off the phone while driving. As I ended the call, I said to myself, what an insensitive man. Even though, I knew this was not true about my husband but when you are in distress, you need the person you share your information to be a lot more sensitive at that time.


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Note: This has been a life changing experience for my family. But I have to admit that it is bringing an already close family even closer. My nephew and neice are really helping me and dad. So far, he is able to stay at home. Keep us in your prayers, especially my dad.

I will resume regular blogging......thanks for reading....

On the Brink of Madness (cond't) chapter 1


“Yes I am. I know him.”

“I do too, and I don’t feel like anything is wrong.”

“Well, that is a good thing.”

“Are you on your way now?”

“I am pulling up into his driveway. I’ll call you once I find out what is wrong.”

“If he was talking, and that’s the only symptom he has to support your theory that something is wrong, then I know he is fine. The tone of his voice won’t kill him.”

“Okay Mom, I’ll call you back.”

I hung up the phone and jumped out of the car so fast I left the key in the ignition and the car running. Quickly turning back towards the car, I snatch the door open, lean in and turn the car off and grab my keys. I run to the back of his house, because the door we all use is located there. I knocked on his sliding glass door and see him walking towards me. He opens the door and his face looks worried.

“What’s wrong Dad?”

“I want them people out of here.”

“What people?” I asked.

Raising his hand up in the air he points to the corner in his den. “Right there!”

“Where?!” I ask again getting scared because I don’t know what these people will do to the both of us.

“They are in the book shelves. It’s three of them. I didn’t ask them to be here and I want them out now, before I blow their asses out of this house.”

I look again. “I don’t see anyone. There is no one there.”

“They are smart enough to hide from you. They are about this big.”

I turn to look at him to see how big the people are and he holds up both hands about the length of a football apart to show me how tall they measure. I look at him again. I place my hand across my chest and sit down. I am weak. Sitting down will help me to think.

“I am not crazy I didn’t want to tell you.”

“How long have they been here?” I ask.

“About two months. They sit there on the bookshelf and stare at me. I want them gone. I can barely pay my bills and I didn’t invite anybody here.”

Closing my eyes, I silently asked God to help me not to say the wrong thing. I don’t want to upset him anymore than he already is. Looking at Dad, I see so much worry in his face. He wants me to help, but I don’t know what to do. I can’t see what he sees but I know I have to be careful with what I say.

“Dad, are you afraid of these little people?”

The Real Meaning of Christmas

I’m not scrooge. I have three nieces who are 20, 21, & 21. For most of their lives I have bought them Christmas and random gifts. But they now have a child each of their own. So imagine when they asked, what are you getting me for Christmas and I responded, nothing. I am getting your kids something but the minute you had your babies you became women. They actually got mad. Christmas for me is about joy, families, acknowledging your blessings, Christ and yes I do purchase gifts for children. But once you have a child, your stuff is passed on. If I didn’t do it this way, imagine how many gifts I would be buying year after year.

When Families Fight.....No body Wins.....

If a friend of yours got into an argument with your mother and they started fighting, what would you do? What if your mother told him to leave her mom’s house and the young guy 18 ignored her and that’s when your mom got in his face, so the guy started the fight? Now your mother is fighting your best friend and he is a male. You are standing back watching when your uncle pulls up and asks what’s going on then he jumps on the boy attacking his sister. Now your mother and uncle are fighting your best friend so you jump on your uncle and now you and your friend are fighting your uncle who was trying to help your mother. Do you get this? A friend of mines son watched his mother and friend fight, then he jumped in to help his friend fight his uncle who was helping his mother. The son protected his friend who initially disrespected his mother’s request to leave her mom’s house.

I thought the son was wrong….rather than support and help his friend fight he should have pulled them apart. However, I bet the son will never do something like that again. After his mother found a bat on the ground and beat her son and his friend with it, he won’t try her again. But still, what is the world coming to when you would hurt your mom and uncle to protect your friend? I told my friend her son is on drugs and she was fighting drugs….she is starting to believe me now. Now the family is hurting. The uncle is hurt because he spent so much time helping his nephew when he was growing up.....

Merry Christmas to you and your family!!

I appreciate each of you for visiting my blog and leaving comments to help me sort out, discuss and to think about issues that affect me. I look forward to coming back after the new year with more regular blogging. Enjoy this time with your family and friends............

Peace & Happiness

Rose