A Rewording Life Is Dedicated To
My mother, who lost all of her words in the end. A proud Acadian, my mom spoke both French and English in a simple, minimalist fashion and taught me the most valuable words I know: the take cares, the be goods, the je t'aimes. A home economics teacher, the kitchen was her world and I will always have redolent, warm memories of her sharing her secrets with me over a bowl, a sink, or a cutting board (ajoute un soupçon de sel...). Though florid phrases were not her cup of tea, I'd like to think that she'd be proud of me for encouraging people to savour words; to bake in them. Pulchritude is simmering in the oven especially for you, mom. I hope it can help raise money to find a cure for dementia. I think that would be fitting, especially for someone as beautiful as you.
My sister, who lovingly cared for our mother during the last two years of her life. You're a fierce woman with an inexorable spirit, Jyl, and I'm so grateful for everything you did. When you moved home to be with mom you amassed your own lexicon of words: from Aricept to power of attorney to everything in between. There was one important word missing from that list, however, and it's one I'd like to dedicate to you. That word is ineffable - for how can one possibly express how grateful they are for caregivers like you?
The millions of people who are touched by Dementia and who struggle, like I did (and still do), to make sense of it all.
The millions of people who are touched by Dementia and who struggle, like I did (and still do), to make sense of it all.
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Donations & Fundraisers
Contributors and supporters of A Rewording Life have participated in various fundraisers to help put the end in #demENDtia. Half of the profits of each book will also go toWORDS [sic] the Alzheimer Society. Consider donating and/or purchasing a book to support this cause as well. |
