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oblivion. We'll zoom a lens and shine the spot my sister who is
taking care of our old mo m flailing about in her bout with
Alzheimer's that at the time of this editing during Passover 2016
has all but eaten my mother alive. I'm very much concerned to give
emotional support to my sister by calling her frequently on the
telephone. That ge m of a filial relationship preserved for decades
on end was an outco me of the mitzvah to honor one's parents. Only
giving has longevity.
There was no way I could get to where mo m and sister are
found, but the universal forces prevailed at that very conjecture in
time and there I AM. Many aspects of my knowledge were
reinforced or initiated during those seven weeks, as follows.
Treatment of Alzheimer patients may set up recording sessions for
the parents to freely video tape their dra mas of what life means to
them, and perhaps make a more pleasant share than the way we
might degrade the present circumstances surrounding one's
imminent demise. Other film clips and photos can be incorporated
into "Power Point" presentations in order to help the patient pass
the time in a pleasurable mo ment. This will enable the caregive r
to add this Play Back Session to the retinue of services to enhance
the spirit of those suffering illness. Sometimes, the long-ter m
me mories are easier to draw on than the recall of what has bee n
stated a mo ment earlier. Long-term memories are fortified by
repeated stimulation, and thus more easily preserved. Even shared
mo ments of scanning through picture albums can be an investment
that garners interest, while the principle re mains intact until old
age.
My mo m was imprisoned in an institution in which she had no
outlet for productive involve ment with her life process; neither
cooking nor cleaning, not even straightening up. Treatment centers
for the geriatric could introduce such programs in a simulated
setting as though an aspect of rehabilitation to prepare the m for
the "ultimate return" to secure the freedo m called home (whose
me mory they cherish, if only deep in their hearts ). The sounds o f
my mother's bitter wailing pervade s over my sensibilities
especially when I'm feeling sad; her acrid criticism , experienced
as painful; only because of the insecurity over my lack in those
facets of life. Her words are but exemplification of the concern
she has for me.
The forces of energy conducted by I AM in Safrascity were a n
attempt to detach myself from the sensitivity to the past events in
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