In my late teens I lived with my parents on 40 acres deep in the woods. I awoke one morning by my cat constantly pushing his paws under my torso. I sat up and looked in horror that he had shoved a dead mouse under me, and he sat there looking at me with what I could tell was great pride…a gift! I didn’t punish him, I calmly petted him, got up and took the longest, hottest, soapiest shower I could stand. (tripled washed those sheets with bleach as well).
My mom slowly lost touch of friends because in the mid stages she was forgetting that she had called them. She would also tell them the same stories over and over. Eventually many of them stopped answering or calling her back.
Ignoring the very obvious innuendo with the name of that drink, when I see drinks like that I always think of The Kids in the Hall skit “Girl Drink Drunk”.https://youtu.be/1GW22sAElpE
Alzheimer’s is a horrible, HORRIBLE disease. In 2012 my mom fell and broke her leg (she was diagnosed in 2007). She was at that point starting to forget more, and after she got out of the hospital, my wife and I decided that she would then move in with us. It was OK until early 2017, after a bout of pneumonia seemed to accelerated her decline, and finally put her on hospice. That period, from 2017 to April 2018 when she finally passed away, was the most exhausting and saddest time of my life. Watching a vibrant woman (who was a professional dancer and dance teacher, still teaching up to 2012) decay into a shell of a person, with no memories, or awareness of what was going on around her anymore. My heart goes out to you Mr. Rall.
Trump certainly rushed to defend black beans before he came to defend black people