My Dad has Alzheimers and as this disease takes him from us, we thought we would remember the good times.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Malibu
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Pantry at Chrisholm
I remember the first time we got home from Costco and filled our pantry up with boxes and boxes of food. Our pantry was full! I don't think it had ever been that full before, or possibly after. It was very satisfying for us to stack up all the cereal boxes and cookies in neat rows. More food than we would ever need. When we were finished putting away all the groceries I remember Dad came by and took a look at the pantry. He said, "It should always be this full."
I've always thought about that moment: the look on Dad's face has never left me. He was so proud of this achievement. As a kid I couldn't understand what there was to be proud of, as an adult I get it I just know I'll never understand it. I'll never understand the worth of a pantry full of food, because I've never had a hungry day in my life. Can you imagine how it must have felt for Dad to have accomplished: "All the food you can ever eat and then some", after years of struggling on the streets of Calcutta.
I always remember those years in Chrisholm as some of the best years of my life. I think they were some of Dad's too. His mind was still there, he could really begin to see the fruits of his labor, seven kids running around, a successful life in America. That moment at the pantry was culmination of years of hard work. I think Dad really felt like he'd made it that evening.
I wonder how he'd feel today? Seven grown successful kids. His real estate business steady and growing. Little grand daughters running around. Such a full life. Imagine if he'd never left Kamalpur?
I've always thought about that moment: the look on Dad's face has never left me. He was so proud of this achievement. As a kid I couldn't understand what there was to be proud of, as an adult I get it I just know I'll never understand it. I'll never understand the worth of a pantry full of food, because I've never had a hungry day in my life. Can you imagine how it must have felt for Dad to have accomplished: "All the food you can ever eat and then some", after years of struggling on the streets of Calcutta.
I always remember those years in Chrisholm as some of the best years of my life. I think they were some of Dad's too. His mind was still there, he could really begin to see the fruits of his labor, seven kids running around, a successful life in America. That moment at the pantry was culmination of years of hard work. I think Dad really felt like he'd made it that evening.
I wonder how he'd feel today? Seven grown successful kids. His real estate business steady and growing. Little grand daughters running around. Such a full life. Imagine if he'd never left Kamalpur?
Monday, September 20, 2010
Nyquil Induced Dad Dream
Yesterday I reading this post by a son who's father was also diagnosed with ALZ. He mentioned that the worst part about it was the fact that even though his Dad's was still alive, his memories with and about his Dad basically ended as soon as he was diagnosed with ALZ. That statement really hit home for me because the last memories I have of Dad are not when I saw him last Sunday, or when I will see him this upcoming Sunday, but of 2003 and older.
Anyway, I read this article as I took two cups of Nyquil and was about to go to sleep. (I am feeling under the weather even at this moment). Anyone who has ever taken medicine like Nyquil knows how weird your dreams can get and how you wake up remembering them with such great detail.
As you can guess, my dream was super bizarre. We were at Dad's funeral, open coffin, it was a viewing of him and it was in a lecture hall, full of people we didn't know but that he had touched. In the middle of a speech by some random, we (me and Anita) all of a sudden saw Dad get up from his coffin and just start walking out. I yelled "DAD!" Dad replied with "Hain, Beta. Let's go!" And we followed him just like that. Didn't even question his immortality. He strutted out of that lecture hall with his confident strut. We then took some back exits to the outside of the building, it was Mom, Dad, me and Anita. Dad looked at Mom and said "Are you Kunty?" to which Mom replied "Yes." And Dad said "Now I remember. I remember everything." We then walked outside and saw Sandhya, Pankaj, Jayant, Anju and Pinki playing in the snow. We joined in and it was like a Happy Ending to a movie. I woke up hearing the echos of his "Hain Beta." I can't remember the last time I heard him say that, but it was so loud and real in my dream.
I am not sure what that dream means, if anything...or maybe it just shows how weird I really am :) But I had this strong hope of Dad's immortality and maybe he would win the fight against Alzheimer's. I know that most likely he will not, but I woke up with a smile because even if it were just for those 2 minutes, I was with the Dad that I will always remember.
Strong, confident, immortal Dad.
Anyway, I read this article as I took two cups of Nyquil and was about to go to sleep. (I am feeling under the weather even at this moment). Anyone who has ever taken medicine like Nyquil knows how weird your dreams can get and how you wake up remembering them with such great detail.
As you can guess, my dream was super bizarre. We were at Dad's funeral, open coffin, it was a viewing of him and it was in a lecture hall, full of people we didn't know but that he had touched. In the middle of a speech by some random, we (me and Anita) all of a sudden saw Dad get up from his coffin and just start walking out. I yelled "DAD!" Dad replied with "Hain, Beta. Let's go!" And we followed him just like that. Didn't even question his immortality. He strutted out of that lecture hall with his confident strut. We then took some back exits to the outside of the building, it was Mom, Dad, me and Anita. Dad looked at Mom and said "Are you Kunty?" to which Mom replied "Yes." And Dad said "Now I remember. I remember everything." We then walked outside and saw Sandhya, Pankaj, Jayant, Anju and Pinki playing in the snow. We joined in and it was like a Happy Ending to a movie. I woke up hearing the echos of his "Hain Beta." I can't remember the last time I heard him say that, but it was so loud and real in my dream.
I am not sure what that dream means, if anything...or maybe it just shows how weird I really am :) But I had this strong hope of Dad's immortality and maybe he would win the fight against Alzheimer's. I know that most likely he will not, but I woke up with a smile because even if it were just for those 2 minutes, I was with the Dad that I will always remember.
Strong, confident, immortal Dad.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
The Chase
We each have a different relationship with Dad. Jay's with Dad is so hilarious. Jay will go into Dad's room bother him to the point where I randomly see him chasing Jay down the hallway. It's pretty hilarious and special at the same time.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Dad Quick Interviews
Not sure if you guys can see this, but let me know. Just some quick convos I had with Dad this past weekend. We should take more video of him while we can:
http://www.youtube.com/user/renuprasad#p/a/u/1/YSHEuJJdWfQ
http://www.youtube.com/user/renuprasad#p/a/u/1/YSHEuJJdWfQ
Friday, July 16, 2010
Dadisms
When in doubt go back to something dad would say:
Fortune favors the bold.
(one of my favorites).
Fortune favors the bold.
(one of my favorites).
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