As life goes on.

I’d love to be a minority. In the musings section of the Alzheimer’s message boards. Outnumbered by other posters of original musing threads. Not a good sign. That over 90 percent of the postings come from me. Some related directly to Alzheimer’s. Some not. For a reason. It’s good for those dealing with the Alzheimer-riddled to divert their minds. To other subjects. Other ways to muse. As a diversion. As a form of respite. A way to relieve one’s mind from the daily stress of care-giving. Anyway, part of my message is that there’s life after Alzheimer’s. Normal life. Wonderful life. My dear sweet Jeanne died from complications of Alzheimer’s. In 2007. Since then, I met a care-giver. On the message boards. An Italian. Now she’s my amore mio. We split time. Living with each other. In Sardinia. In America. And when we are apart, we really aren’t apart. We communicate daily. On Skype. We have found happiness. Together. More proof. That there’s life after Alzheimer’s. Take heart, beleaguered care-givers. And please begin playing more active roles in musings. Make this a place of respite. A place for hope. About a bright tomorrow. As life goes on. --Jim Broede