A helping hand... A difference made...

Getting a little personal this afternoon... 

Maybe some of you know, but - in May my Papa passed away. 

Theodore Robert Rixon

It's still surreal and as I sit in front of a mass of photos needing a home in a scrapbook... I think I'm just not ready to close that chapter in my life. 

You see, my grandparents had five children - and my Dad was the second oldest. So, when my brother and I were born my grandparents were in their 50's. So, as you can imagine, we were close. I spent many summers living with my grandparents - working at the local swimming pool - and camping away the summer sun. 

A couple years ago my grandfather was becoming quite forgetful and within a matter of months was wheel chair bound and in the full grip of the life stealer -Alzheimer's. 

It didn't take long for him to no longer recognize friends and family-and before we realized it... Alzheimers had taken my grandfather.The result, all to familiar to those whom suffer, was a six year battle that my grandfather lost this past May. The complete sadness for my family, my father, and myself could never be properly expressed. 

Alzheimers robbed my grandfather of memories from the past and robbed his family from memories yet to be. 

My father once said to me, in reflection of our loss, 

He deserved better - He deserved more 

With that in mind, my family and I are raising money for the Alzheimers Association for their annual 'walk' 

And, I'm asking for your help! 

Our goal is to raise $2,250.00

Please make donations here

http://act.alz.org/site/TR/Walk/WA-WesternandCentralWashingtonState?pg=team&fr_id=1466&team_id=49448&s_oo=mMNNA2w1dJMPeHG6IGNf1Q

Thank you, so much. 

Big Hugs, 

N. 

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