{"id":8376,"date":"2011-12-29T11:43:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-29T18:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/?p=8376"},"modified":"2016-11-29T17:25:31","modified_gmt":"2016-11-30T00:25:31","slug":"words-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/2011\/12\/29\/words-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Words: 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the last days of 2011,   I wanted to write about my last 12 months of climbing mountains to raise awareness and research funds for Alzheimer&#8217;s,   but I couldn&#8217;t find the words. The emotions and gratitude are immense. I could only come up with the following in hopes it expresses my feeling to everyone who made a donation, everyone who followed the journey and to everyone impacted by Alzheimer&#8217;s. And we are not finished.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-8377\" title=\"Ama Dablam\" src=\"http:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/DSC_2741-640x425.jpg\" alt=\"Ama Dablam\" width=\"640\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/DSC_2741-640x425.jpg 640w, https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/DSC_2741-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/DSC_2741-225x149.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/DSC_2741-169x112.jpg 169w, https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/DSC_2741.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I climbed mountains in 2011. Not for summits but for a message.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Words are what we have. What we use. A collection of letters struggling to express emotions, thoughts, memories. <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>When the wind blew so hard, the snow blinded our eyes, we found a way.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Words are what we have. A smile, a hug, a handshake. Unspoken when we cannot find them.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Eventually, Alzheimer&#8217;s took my mom&#8217;s ability to speak.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Words are what we have. She mumbles. A sound. Followed by a look. Where are the words?<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Reaching for my sat phone on the summit, it was time to send the message.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Words are what we have. Breath. My heads spins. Thoughts, emotions of the day. Capture them all. In words.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Comments from around the world made the difference.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Words are what we have. I read what you wrote. I heard what you said. Your words go deep.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Struggling to say, awkward and clumsy.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Words to capture the experience. Impossible. Inadequate.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>A blink and a lifetime<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>A year has passed. Thousands, millions, billions of words. Still, more remain.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The journey continues. Memories live on.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Closed eyes. Listen carefully. The words come alive. They are there. Always have been.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the last days of 2011, I wanted to write about my last 12 months of climbing mountains to raise awareness and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"dois","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[123],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8376","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8376"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8376\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alanarnette.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}