Guest Poet Kathy B October 16 2014

 

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The Tree’s Four Seasons

Spring brings new, gleaming green life to the bare and lonely tree,

The tree waves in the gentler wind, happy as the leaves bud free,

Summer brings the sun which shines on its beautiful carpet of leaves,

Autumn brings the most brilliant yellows, reds, and pumpkin oranges

Just before the mean winds of November come to blow causing the glorious leaves to tumble,

Rakes and blowers noisily and greedily scoop up the beauty as people grumble,

All winter long, the tree is bare and lonely without its friends, its precious leaves,

It may even lose a few of its limbs as the ice and snow weighs the sad tree down,

The tree awaits the promise of warmer days, and the bird’s song, hurry Spring,

So the leaves will once again cover it happily, like a gorgeous green gown.

Sunday Drive Roundup Three Days Late

 

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Okay, it is no longer Sunday so I am three days late on my Sunday Drive Roundup but I am determined to make that drive around the blogosphere!! As I do so, I am finding some very interesting posts by other very talented and inspirational bloggers. This week I am finding interesting posts in photography, poetry, and a bit of humor that really caught my eye!!

Photography

First off, I will start with some very beautiful and artistic photography:

Here is a breathtaking photo of the Grand Canyon taken by NJ Corporate Portraits:

http://rjgreenphoto.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/sunrise-2/

Here is also a vivid reminder that the beautiful season of autumn is here by Leaf and Twig:

http://leafandtwig.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/red-dress/

Acronym Poetry:

I am also finding some inspirational acronym poetry which I find very interesting:

Here is a very cute photo and thought provoking poem by Source of Inspiration:

http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/make-a-wish/#comment-34453

Another acronym poem bay Source of Inspiration which reminds me it is okay to let the child in me to come out and enjoy the life that God has given me:

http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/hopscotch/

And a Bit of Humor:                                                                                                                                           

I also found this cute and humorous one liner by LOVE HAPPY NOTES:

http://lovehappynotes.com/2014/10/15/joke/

So there you are, my latest Sunday Drive Roundup three days late!! I hope you find something here that inspires you and makes you smile today.

Guest Writer Kathy B October 12, 2014

 

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My wonderful cousin Kathy has been busy writing again. Today she is sharing a very special story of what life is like in her shoes. I feel this is a very important story because all of us who do not need a wheelchair really have no idea how life can be so different than what we know. From getting up for the day, arranging transportation,and finally getting out the door, just a quick trip to a grocery store or a doctor appointment can turn into an all day event for her. And that is just one small example of how her life is so different from mine.

What strikes me about her is how she deals with so much and is determined to remain kind and gracious through it all.  As Kathy journeys through her daily life she often meets up with individuals who really lack understanding of her situation and it’s unique challenges. This includes, sadly,  counselors and other professionals who ought to know and be more compassionate and understanding. Kathy in her own quiet way would kindly try to explain her unique situation but that didn’t always help. She would be searching for kindness and understanding from others and not receive it. Now, she decided to write about it and share her story with us. I hope you enjoy reading and learning from her perspective in daily life:

Rolling in My Shoes

            Most infants born in 1964 did not make it if they were over two months early. There were no such things as neonatal intensive care units or drugs to help the development of the lungs even after birth. To put it into perspective, a baby boy who was born the same day as me, but he died; yet, he was only six weeks early. Today, preterm babies born at either of these stages of pregnancy may not have any sign of disability at all. However, fifty years ago, I went into respiratory distress at six days of age. I never moved my legs inside the incubator again. Prior to this, I had been extremely active inside my glass cocoon. Procedures were so different then that my parents were not allowed to interact with me at all. I could not even hear their voices, let alone feel their arms holding me. In fact, I knew no human touch at all until I was ready to come home six weeks later. At that point, I was almost five pounds, and the hospital nursery was full of infants. That period of history between 1946 and 1964 became known as the baby boom generation, so my parents were allowed to bring me home sooner than they would have otherwise.

My parents were told that I would be behind in my developmental milestones by about three months compared to other full term infants of my age. Surprisingly, I met my milestones at the same time as other babies. I even said “Da Da” at about five months old. Mom noticed however, that I was not trying to roll over or sit up. When she tried to sit me up, I would topple over immediately. At about nine months old, I was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy. How frightened my parents must have been as my future became suddenly very much up in the air. All they could do was wait to see I could and could not do for myself.

Cerebral palsy is also referred to as CP, is a term used to describe a collection of chronic conditions affecting body movement and muscle coordination. It is caused by damage to one or more particular sections of the brain. This usually occurs during pregnancy; before, during, or shortly after birth; or during infancy. These conditions are not caused by problems in the muscles or nerves. Instead, it is caused by the defective development or damage to the motor areas in the brain; this defect disturbs the brain’s ability to control movement and posture (how well one sits or stands upright).  Cerebral Palsy is also known as a developmental delay and/or disability.

I have the most common type of CP called spastic CP. This causes me to have too much tone or stiffness in the muscles. I also have mild tremors in the legs and feet. While some people walk with an uneven gait, I have little ability to maintain my balance, so I use a power chair. This means that I need help with some Activities of Daily Life, (ADL’s); these include getting in and out of bed, dressing, showering, and toileting. I also need help with some Instrumental Activities of Daily of Daily Life or (IADL’s). These are more complex skills of living. In my case, I need help with shopping, public transit, home chores, cooking and medication management.

Caregivers assist me to have the best quality of life possible. I have had to learn some patience; it is not always easy to exercise patience especially when I am in a hurry to accomplish something. My husband is my primary caregiver; he has known me since I was a teenager. One of the most important life lessons occurred to me not long ago. Grace has to be an important part of my life. In order for people to want to help me, I must show appreciation to those who go out of their way to do so. It takes a great deal of grace and empathy to give and receive help; it is very much a reciprocal relationship. I pray for those who deal with me on a professional level that they would have some compassion for my circumstances and realize that my circumstances are at times imperfect.

There are extra challenges in rolling in my shoes! Have you ever noticed the sidewalks that suddenly end, causing me to go the long way around to get to my destination? What may take someone less than an hour to visit the store may well take me most of the day! Busses or specialized transport may take hours, just to pick me up and drop me off depending on the schedule. Yet, I am usually less than a fifteen minute drive away from home. Don’t get me wrong; I am very glad to have access to these services, but there may be valid reasons why I may I not smell as fresh as a daisy or I may dress for warmth and comfort rather than dressed up for the office. How does a person like me get a complete medical examination when I am unable to put myself on the exam table? I have a Hoyer lift at home, but I am not allowed to bring it on public transport; it is far too big and top-heavy to be safely transported. It becomes a liability issue. The hospital is often my only option for a more complex exam. All of these issues require planning ahead and good time management. Next time, you encounter someone with a disability, please do not criticize him or her, and bless him or her by offering some compassionate grace!

A day in my life contains little spontaneity; as much as I would love to just decide to do something at the spur of the moment, it is rarely possible. Most of my day follows an outline of a plan. This is not to say that every moment is scheduled, but if I want to do something more than a mile or so from my home, I have to usually plan for it. The reason for this is the rather limited battery and speed of my power chair. At top rabbit speed, it only goes at six mph. After going a few miles, the battery loses power quickly. As much as I love my chair and the independence it allows me to have, the chair is very heavy – about 3-400 lbs. without me in it. This means that it an exceptionally strong person to push it more than a few feet after the pusher puts it into manual drive. This totally disengages the power, and it is up to the not so lucky person to push it. Fortunately, it has never broken down outside my home, although it is a fear of mine because there is no Triple A for people in chairs.

As I explained earlier, I also need help to get up and get cleaned up for the day. Often, I need a shower. My caregiver and or my husband use the patient lift to transfer me from the bed to the shower chair. My helper(s) push me into the bathroom, attaching the shower chair to the gliding system. One lifts my legs over the side of the tub while the other slides the chair and me over into the tub. Once the shower is done, the wet sling has to be exchanged for a dry one, and the lift is used to transfer me onto the bed. This is where I get dressed for the day and my catheter is tended to etc. This entire process takes about an hour including using the lift again to place me in the chair.

If I have a scheduled appointment, our disabled transportation system requires me to be ready an hour before my appointment time, longer if I have to go outside of my city. Once I complete my appointment, I have to call the dispatcher to pick me up once again. This could take up to another hour. According to their schedule, there is often others to pick up or drop off on the way home. It is often faster to take the fixed route bus home! But I do run the risk of others in wheelchairs already using the allocated spaces. If this happens, it really puts me behind. I have to plan to leave with time to spare in case I get held up for any reason, even a late bus. Sometimes, my incontinence becomes an issue, especially if I get delayed at all. I take steps to minimize the risk, but there are times it cannot be helped.

My life and well-being depend very much on the reliability of others. However, I am luckier than most in my shoes because my husband is usually available to pick up the slack if a caregiver cannot be with me. Knowing that my success as well as my good health relies so much on others is not easy for me. Good and empathetic caregivers are as difficult to find as gold nuggets. Low pay and burnout are frequent problems. Due to tight budgets, aging baby boomers and the fact that people are living about thirty years longer than they were 100 years ago, this will most likely continue to be a problem for decades to come unless solutions can be found. However, that is a topic for another day.

 

Immersed in AUTUMN

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Acorns dropping from the old oak trees
Uncovered and bare branches sway in the chilly breeze
Thick needled pines remain a deep hunter green
Untouched by time and the approaching winter season
Maple, elms, ash, and birch all sway and soon follow suit
Now changing hues and peaking as their leaves drift upon my shoes.

Friday Verse Journal John 14:1-3

 

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Lately life has been unpleasant and deep sadness has crept in. My heart is twinged in pain.  Like many others who try so hard in this life to love, care, and help others, I endure my share of heartaches and difficulties. I face disappointments and struggles that just don’t end. I often feel that my efforts in life don’t mean anything but all I can do is keep praying and just keep trying to do what is good and right in Jesus’ eyes. Also, i am trying to keep my focus on Jesus and the wonderful home waiting in heaven. I am trying to hang onto that sure and certain hope which only Jesus can give:

John 14:1-3 (Holy Bible English Standard Version):

“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so would I have told you that I go to a prepare a place for you? And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you with me so that where I am you will be also.”

Thinking About HEAVEN

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When the days become extra hard and long and when troubles and problems mount up I am trying to take a few moments to just sit and think about God and his heavenly home. Especially when I am feeling very, very alone, I need to stop and remember that Jesus is always near, Jesus understands me and would never reject or hurt me like the world likes to do.  When I remember Jesus and stop to pray and listen to him then I know I am not really all alone. And when my earthly future doesn’t look very  bright, at the moment,  it helps to remember heaven, our perfect  future home.

Holy home of Jesus
Everlasting kingdom of God
Angels and loved ones gathered forever
Vast, serene, and beautiful
Eternal place of love, peace, and joy
Never ending life

Guest Writer Kathy B October 6, 2014

 

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As I mentioned in an earlier post, my cousin Kathy is also a writer and has written her own share of articles, stories, and poetry. Recently, she read  a certain book, Tuesdays with Morrie written by Mitch Albom. She also saw  the movie and was compelled to write about it. This had originally been a classroom assignment but she felt so affected and inspired by what she read and subsequently wrote, that she desired to share it with someone. She chose to share it here on my blog. It is her hope that the true story of Morrie would reach and inspire others. Kathy is a gentle and sensitive person and with every writing project she completes she leaves the stamp of her heart in it.  So here is the third installment of Kathy B’s review and the insight she gained in reading Tuesdays

Tuesdays with Morrie Part 3

Embracing Change

On the next Tuesday, Morrie informed Mitch that he had lost the war; someone had to assist him to clean his bottom. In a way, this was difficult to accept because it meant totally giving in to the ALS. But, he accepted with grace, even asking his caregiver if she comfortable enough to do it. The time had come when he was nearly completely dependent on the help of others. However, he looked for and found a reason to enjoy that as well. The experience was like being a child again. He just cherished the loving kindness of a human touch. Aging also came up that day. Mitch asked him if he would like to be young again. He answered that it was impossible not to be a bit jealous of young people. His youth had passed, however, and it was time to embrace the age he was now, seventy-eight. If he had remained the same age, he would not have grown as a person. Without a shred of vanity, he had great self- esteem, good feelings and satisfaction with himself and with his life without thinking too highly of himself. (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010). The point was simple. Mitch was a regular part of his caregiving team now, every Tuesday. In order to loosen the congestion that clogged his lungs and chest, he had to have his back pounded, sometimes, in the middle of conversations (Albom, 1997).

The Good-byes

Janine came along with Mitch a few weeks before he died. Mitch’s wife was a professional singer. She never sang for anyone privately before; Mitch was amazed that she sang for Morrie. Suddenly, he heard her sweet voice coming from the other room. Mitch was thrilled; the two people he loved most were finally meeting and talking together! A few days later, the Nightline crew came for the last time. Ted Koppel considered himself to be Morrie’s friend as well by now. Even the rather serious Ted Koppel became emotional this time. It was clear that it was the end. Ted asked him if he was afraid of death. In fact, he said that he was less afraid of it now as it came closer. As his physical limitations grew, he became more thoughtful and introspective. At the end of the interview, he admitted that he was trying to bargain with God. It was not about getting more time as one usually does; he wanted to be an angel (Albom, 1997).

This was quite a remarkable request of God because he had been an agnostic, not sure what or who to believe in before this experience.  One of Morrie’s great quotes was this one:  “My disease,” Morrie once said, lying in the chair in his West Newton, Mass., study, “is the most horrible and wonderful death. Horrible because, well, look at me” — he cast his eyes down on his ragged, shrunken body — “but wonderful because of all the time it gives me to say to good-bye. And to figure out where I’m going next.” “And where is that?” he was asked. He grinned like an elf.  “I’ll let you know” (Albom, 1995). On one of their last Tuesdays together, Mitch and Morrie talked about forgiveness.  First, one must forgive oneself before he can forgive other people. Norman was a friend of Morrie’s for years. Because of hurt feelings, they never had the chance to speak again because he died of cancer three years before.  Morrie also spoke of his father, the wasted years he spent being angry and resentful at him because he was not allowed to grieve his mother openly, and for being a distant father. Again, Mitch had the tables turned on him. Morrie began to encourage Mitch to reach out to his brother. Mitch promised him that he would soon.

The last Tuesday came – the time for good-bye. Charlotte came to hug Mitch. As he did, the long row of medications, the drugs he had taken for so long, caught his eye. When he turned the corner, he saw the hospice nurse. (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).  She was part of the twenty-four team, waiting for the end to handle the end of life issues that come up to make it easier for the family. In broken, breathless sentences, Morrie told Mitch that he loved him and gestured for him to hold his hand. He was in bed. It was obvious that Morrie was very tired. Mitch gave him a kiss and brushed his face against his own face. For an instant, he saw pleasure on Morrie’s face. Yes, Mitch was finally letting go and showing his emotion; tears were running down his face.  His old professor had told him that he would make Mitch cry one day. He had finally succeeded. Morrie died on Saturday, November 4, 1995. Ironically, as if Morrie had planned it, the funeral was held on Tuesday; after all, they were Tuesday people (Albom, 1997).

Conclusion and Final Thoughts

            Mitch wrote a tribute article for his newspaper eight days after Morrie died. This section is based on it, He died the way he wanted, at peace and in his sleep. He waited until everyone was in the other room before he left this life. Mitch believed that that was on purpose so that no one had to watch him die. The funeral was small, as both Morrie and Charlotte wanted. The wind was cold and the skies were grey. His grave site was on a grassy slope above a little pond. Mitch flashed back to a conversation they had had in October.

“You know, when I’m gone I hope you’ll come visit me,” he had said.

“Visit you?”

“At my grave. I’ve picked a lovely spot, a good place to sit and ask me questions. I’m not sure how I’ll answer, but I’ll try” (Albom, 1995).

Mitch mentioned in the update to the book that he longer has to visit the grave to hear his voice. He even jokes that the book was Morrie’s revenge for not seeing him in sixteen years. He said that he never forgets a thing now. It is just one of the many ways that Morrie changed him. Morrie has reached millions now. Many millions watched him on Nightline. The book reached millions more, and it continues to touch more students as it is assigned reading in classes like this one. Many others, thanks to Oprah Winfrey, saw the movie of the same name with Jack Lemmon as Morrie. In fact, it was Jack’s last credited role before he died of cancer. As much as I love Jack Lemmon, and his portrayal was outstanding, the eyewitness account was more powerful for me.

 For those interested in reading this true story, Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, you can find it at the Amazon.com website and here is the link to it:

http://www.amazon.com/Tuesdays-Morrie-young-greatest-lesson-ebook/dp/B000SEGMAU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1412562579&sr=1-1&keywords=tuesdays+with+morrie

 

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Sunday Drive Round Up October 5, 2014

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I haven’t worked on a Sunday Drive Round Up article so I thought it was past time that I did so. There are many interesting blogs out there and I am trying to carve out some time here to read more of them. I find it very interesting how you can find blogs on almost any subject that interests you.  So, I began my little Sunday drive by looking at articles related to the subject of writing. Since I am a writer, I often look to other writers and their inspirational and helpful articles:

Writing:

From New3Creation Writing:

http://new3creationservices.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/a-real-look-at-the-writer-within/

I am always encouraged by poets and inspirational writers and as I continued on my quest along the blogosphere I then came upon these inspirational and uplifting pieces:

Poetry:

From My Spiritual Breakfast:

http://myspiritualbreakfast.com/2014/10/06/the-bend-in-the-road/

From ForgottenMeadows:

http://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/without-words-2/

From Source of Inspiration:

http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2014/10/05/4-x4-keys-of-living/

I also enjoy and am inspired by the work of artists and so I came across this beautiful blog:

Drawing and Photography:

From Maria Brinkley:

http://mariabrinkley.com/2014/10/05/self-portrait-drawing-springtime/

And there you have it, my latest and very belated Sunday Drive Roundup. I hope you find something here that is also an inspiration and an encouragement to you.

Guest Writer: Kathy B October 5th, 2014

 

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Once again, my talented and compassionate cousin, an occasional guest writer on my blog has been at it again. She has been writing articles and essays for school and for other special projects. Due to her talent in writing and in how she wonderfully expresses herself in her work, she had recently won a scholarship.  She also recently wrote a nonfiction article reviewing a particular book and movie she had read and saw. She was very affected by it and has offered to share this on my blog.  She had already written and submitted Part One of her article and here  is a link to it:

https://beckygblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/06/guest-writer-kathy-b-july-5-2014/

Now, she has written the rest of it and would like to share it here. I found the book she is referring to be available at Amazon.com website for those who may be interested in  purchasing it and reading more. The book is titled, Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. This article is lengthy so I am dividing it into two parts. So, without further delay here is Kathy B. in her own words in part 2:

Tuesdays with Morrie Part 2

As Morrie presented Mitch with a briefcase as a graduation gift, he promised his professor that he would keep in touch with him. Although he never quite forgot Morrie, life got in the way. He tried to pursue his passion for music by performing in a band, but that dream did not manage to pay the bills, and so it died. He returned to school and after a few years of hard work became a well-known sports writer at the Detroit Free Press. Mitch kept up a relationship with Janine in spite of his hectic schedules and frequent absences. He traveled far and wide to get the latest big sports story. For example, he raced off to London to cover Wimbledon for the paper. The O.J. Simpson story was even fair game because it involved a famous former football player. Having money in the bank gave him a sense of security. He did not even slow down long enough to figure out what was really driving him was the death of his uncle. If he was going to die young like him, he was not going to waste a minute of his life (Albom, 1997).

Meanwhile, Morrie continued his generativity, passing on knowledge, wisdom and history to the emerging adults who were lucky enough to take his classes. In 1994, Morrie received a devastating diagnosis from the doctor. He not only had a chronic condition that was permanent, but he had a death sentence (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).  A chronic condition is one that lasts more than three months; it often lasts the rest of that person’s life. At most, the doctor said, he had two years left to live. Morrie had decisions to make, but he and his wife Charlotte knew that he would age in place, stay at home. There was no talk of a nursing home (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010). While flipping aimlessly through the channels late one night, Mitch heard a name from his past – Morrie Schwartz. He sat down to listen to Ted Koppel of Nightline. The program focused on hard news and human interest stories (Albom, 1997).

An Explanation of Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS)

This particular segment was about his beloved instructor who was afflicted with ALS, Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), also called “Lou Gehrig’s Disease.” It is a neurodegenerative disease that affects nerve cells in the brain and the spinal cord little by little. Motor neurons go from the brain to the spinal cord and from the spinal cord to the muscles throughout the whole body. The constant erosion of the motor neurons in ALS eventually leads to their demise. When the motor neurons quit functioning, the ability of the brain to work and control its muscles becomes impossible. This often leads to total paralysis. The terribly wicked part of the disability is that one’s cognitive, intellectual ability remains as sharp as ever while the body withers and dies (ALS Association, 2010). The words in the book aptly describe it “like hot candle wax that melts the motor neurons.” Mitch found himself on his way to see his old, beloved professor. This one visit turned into fourteen more such life lessons (Albom, 1997). It was the student and teacher’s final class together, the true meaning of the continuity theory (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).  Morrie even gave himself a “living funeral.” Surprisingly, it was a fairly joyous time. He also found out that he had a wonderful convoy of family, friends, and direct care staff, formal, paid staff ready and willing to offer help as well as support. Mitch became part of his convoy. However, the paid caregivers grew to have a special place for Morrie in their hearts too (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).

The Request and the Teacher’s Final Lessons

            When Mitch’s newspaper union went on strike, he suddenly had much more free time to spend with his friend. Coincidently, Tuesday had been the day for Morrie’s office hour at the university. This had always been their day together during Mitch’s college years; Morrie proclaimed that they were “Tuesday people.” Mitch began to look forward to these visits so much that left his cell phone in his car. He did not want to miss a moment with Morrie (Albom, 1995). Eventually, Mitch even helped Morrie with is Activities of Daily Life, (ADL)’s such as lifting him into his chair or helping him in the restroom. By the second visit, they started talking about difficult topics, such as depression and feeling sorry for oneself. He told Mitch that he allowed himself only five minutes a day first thing in the morning to rage, cry and realize how much he was losing. After those five minutes, he put that away, and he continued the business of active aging. For example, he read the newspaper every morning, he made phone calls and wrote letters. Tasks like these are called, “Instrumental activities of daily living,” or IADL’s. One of his many philosophies, “if you stay in bed, you’re dead.” As much as possible, he did as many activities as possible on his own. Although he never fooled himself, he knew the day was coming soon when he would even need assistance wiping his own bottom after using the bathroom. (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).

On the third Tuesday, they spoke about the eighth and final stage of Erik Erikson’s Psychosocial Theory of Human Development, Integrity vs. Despair. (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).  This means the ability to be happy with overall path one’s life has taken and have few regrets about it. Some people choose to go through life stagnant, caught up in the rather unimportant trappings of life: money, selfish wants and possessions. Morrie felt that in order to achieve the fulfillment that Erikson spoke of, one must learn to live and love well. Regret was an awful waste of precious time. Gratitude was always expressed; the tough times were met with positivity and good humor. Those were his keys to life; he did his best to live each moment to its fullest, making the decision not to wait until the last minutes of his life to explore its true meaning. They discussed our cultural fear of death; we tend, as a society, not face it until we are about to die, Just before the fourth Tuesday, Nightline and Ted Koppel returned for a visit.

Family

At first, Ted said saw little difference until the interview was well under way; his hands were not animated and flying all over the place like they were before. The two spoke of stacks of mail that were received after the first interview; not surprisingly, Morrie really touched people. When Morrie was speaking about a letter that he had recently answered. Suddenly, he started speaking about his own family, especially his mother and father. (Albom, 1997). At eight years old, he could not face his mother’s death. She passed away from cancer. He was not even allowed by his father to mention his mother. A year later, his father remarried, so Morrie became part of a blended family due to his mother’s death and his father’s subsequent remarriage (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).  It took Morrie quite some time to get used to her, but she was a loving woman who sang to him. Eventually, he found room in his heart for her. As the end came nearer, family became even more important to him. An oxygen tank went along with him now, his newest piece of equipment. As Morrie often did, he switched the tables on Mitch; the two began to talk about Mitch’s brother who was suffering from pancreatic cancer. Mitch admitted that he was angry at his brother because he would not talk about and share his illness with the family (N. Hooyman & H. Kiyak, 2010).  He hid it away from them, unlike Morrie, closing himself off. Morrie told Mitch that he must feel all of his emotions; otherwise, he will be too afraid to truly love. Morrie explained that totally immersing himself in the experience of having and being totally responsible for his children allowed him to bond and love in the most profound way (Albom, 1997).

Stay tuned for Part 3, the conclusion.

For those that may be interested in purchasing and reading Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, here is a link to it at Amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/Tuesdays-Morrie-young-greatest-lesson-ebook/dp/B000SEGMAU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1412562579&sr=1-1&keywords=tuesdays+with+morrie