This is a guest post by Dana Dwinell-Yardley, Jane and Sky's daughter, written for Sky's birthday this past April. To listen to the songs described below, follow the individual links or check out the playlist at the end of the post.
When it comes to traits I share with my father, Sky, many of them are readily distinguishable as products of either nature or nurture. Extraordinarily nearsighted blue eyes, teeth unfairly prone to cavities, light brown hair that, upon reaching one’s ears, prefers to grow straight out from one’s head instead of down? Pretty sure you can chalk those up to nature. Love of hiking, relative fearlessness about driving in bad weather, and the fact that I always carry band-aids in my wallet? Gotta be nurture.
But there’s one trait we have in common that I’m not sure how to categorize. You might say it’s environmental, but sometimes I swear it’s genetic. It’s the singing thing. By which I mean: Sky and I both have brains that absorb song lyrics like a sponge and wring them back out readily in response to the smallest of stimuli.
Friday, April 27, 2018
I remember back in elementary school, in the 1950s, we students had a rich variety of racist and homophobic jokes. (This was in addition to a constant crop of fart and booger jokes.) I’m not remembering the content of the actual jokes right now.…probably a blessing… but I do remember the structure.
Q. Why did the ____________ [pick random ethnic group] do such-and-such dumb thing________________ ?
The point of the the joke was that it made fun of whatever ethnic group that came to mind, hopefully without getting me beaten up by the huge Italian guy as I try out another “Wop” joke.
Sunday, April 1, 2018
I’ve done what I’m supposed to do…. [at least the steps I can remember ! ]
- Visited a lawyer to update my will.
- Completed an Advance Directive and a Durable Power of Attorney for Health Care, should my body outcast my brain’s ability to communicate my wishes about medical care.
- I’ve kept myself busy, volunteering here, there and everywhere.
- I’ve spent more and deeper time with friends and family.
- Spent quality time in the woods, on weekly guided nature walks led by faculty at the UVM Field Naturalist Program.
- Started riding my beloved bike more, now that the weather has started to break.
- Advocated for a support group for those living with with Dementia, then joined one when it became available.
- Traveled coast-to-coast and north-to-south by train and only got lost twice.
- Read and wrote like crazy, learning and sharing about my Alzheimer’s experience.
- With Jane, created a twenty-minute sermon about dementia presented at thirteen church services across the Northeast with more scheduled into the summer.
Wow, now that I write this list, I remember I’ve been a busy boy!
Friday, March 9, 2018
Sunday, February 25, 2018
A long-delayed visit to the Memory Clinic the other day, the second follow-up visit since the diagnosis back in the summer of 2016. Due to scheduling conflicts, I’m overdue for another cognitive assessment and check-in. I ask the friendly psychometrist if the test will be the same as the last time. She just gives me an inscrutable smile and says, “Partly," as she leads me into her office. A former mediator myself, I admire her skills at acting neutral and generally keeping her cool as she guides me through the bizarre world of her test.
The first question sets the stage: "I am going to give you three words for you to remember and then say back to me."