Loyal readers Emma and Frederick are the lucky winners of tickets to T.I. and Tiny's Alzheimer's Foundation luncheon this Sunday at Luckie Lounge!
Special guest speakers at the luncheon include Tiny's mom, Diane Pope, who is the main caregiver for Tiny's dad, Charles Pope, who has Alzheimer's.
Additionally, there will be special performances by Xscape Members cough*TINY*cough, as well as OMG GIRLZ and Qt Jazz!
To those of you who are interested in attending the luncheon on Sunday, RSVP Shashicka@aol.com to reserve tickets. Luncheon tickets are $100.
Thank you so much to every one who submitted their touching stories of the loved ones they lost to this terrible disease. I was very much moved by your emails and I wish I could give you all tickets to the luncheon.
Loyal reader Emma writes:
My name is Emma _________ and I am 50 years. My dad died of Alzheimer three years ago July 23rd in Chicago. He was 87 years old. He spent the last 5 years of his life in a nursing home, but he was very bless because he was showered with love from his family.
I can so relate to Tiny and her father. When I watch the show it brings tears to my eyes, because it like I am looking at our life on the TV. I relocated to Atlanta from Chicago in 2003 and my sister Shawn was left with a big part of the responsibility of taking care of Dad and she did a wonderful job without complaining. My sister moved here about a year ago and it would be a privilege for us to attend the Alzheimer Luncheon.
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Loyal reader Frederick writes:
Linton Peek was his state name 'Bruh Peek or Bruh' is what everyone called him, he was born on December 12, 1912. If you asked him at what time, he probably would've said, 11:40... something, something!
Unfortunately, he passed away at the young age of 94 on March 6, 2006 to Alzheimer disease. Not only was he my grandfather, but he was my best friend.
I grew up in a small town called White Plains, Ga. about 80 miles east of Atlanta. Even though there wasn't much to do growing up as a kid, my grandfather instilled great values in me that I use today.
I'm not perfect when it comes to dealing with females. But not one female in this world could ever say I wasn't a gentlemen to them, even the one nighters...lol.
I saw my grandfather the day before he died and he didn't know who I was.
I was driving by his house racing my brothers Mustang and I saw him standing at the end of his driveway. I stopped and asked him, why was he outside?
He said, "Thomas run me to town!"
Then he proceeded to open the passenger door and get in the car.
Keep in mind, he's called me Randy(short for Randall) all my life. I drove about a block, turned around and drove back down to his driveway. He opened the door and said thank you and started walking back to his house.
At that point, I accepted the fact that he wasn't going to be around much longer. The next day I went to work and wasn't at my desk no more than 10 minutes, when my cousin Jay called me and said he died.
It's been over 4 years now and I'm just getting to a point where I can live with him not being around. I tell people all the time it took him dying in order for me to live, becuase while he was here, he was my earthly christ and I had a spoiled attitude, as if I was already saved. And as long as I had my grandfather, nothing else mattered to me.
But after he passed, I felt alone and it was hard for me to open up to people, because no one love could compete with the love that I received from him.
Today I feel different, thanks to the good book (Bible). I found scriptures that give me hope of seeing him again at 1 Cor. chapter 15 and Rev. chapter 21, as long as I live the rest of my life in according to God's way, not man.
I hate that he passed to this disease, but I'm able to breath again and live life knowing that God has giving me hope in joining my buddy and best friend again. My heart goes out to anyone who has a lost a loved one to this disease or who is currently living with it.
Sandra thanks for giving me the opportunity to write about something worth talking about. This was like a therapy session!
Peace and love!
*This email was edited for length