by Maple Tree
Oh mercy..... I'm truly crying... First: this disease affects millions and Ive seen the devastation day in and day out through my job... but on a personal level, because I have met your precious mother... it breaks my heart even more Ang- She is a beautiful woman... truly a beautiful woman... I'm at a loss for words... this breaks my heart, I know you miss her... Hugs you <3 |
Sh*t , this proper got to me the ending is one of |
by Chelsey
Ugh....I hate this yet love it..makes me think of my Grandma...she LOVED jigsaw puzzles....and she loved dressing up, and loved being with her fam, but that road to her death was so sad...... |
by ah satan 666
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by Rusheena
This brings back memories of my late Uncle Otis, who had Alzheimer's, and I fought back tears, as I was reading this. Beautiful poem, Angie. |
by Tara Kay
Beautifully sad and so touching Ang...truly heartfelt poetry that could choke up anyone who reads it. |
Awww... what a beautiful and heartbreaking poem! I was so captivated from the start... I could feel that what you wrote came from the heart. I'm really sorry to hear you are going through this. I hope she lives a long and healthy life and you are able to be there for her <3 I know people who's family members have Alzheimer's disease as well. It's hard but it's nice that they stick to each other! :) |
by Baby Rainbow
Angie this is such a touching poem, I adore the idea that you are speaking up for these sufferers and showing others the affect it has not only to them and their mind but also to their life and those around them. |
by OHgreenman
Very well constructed and tell that it was from the heart. I know how hard it is on you, especially after you hang up with her. Keep smiling and remembering the good times, we'll be down there soon. |
by Merdy
Kudos |
by Maple Tree
I commented once before, purely out of emotion, because I adore you, know you, and I feel the same with your Mother. So this piece hit me personally... |
Pretty well done Angie, a simple realization of how we are going to be someday when we reach the same age, when we don't have the strength anymore, and will be waiving for a little help, but the memory that we can make the moment our eldest or parent needs help, is the memory they will treasure forever... |