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The Window Next Door
Contributed by
maryetta
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Wednesday, 17th March 2004 @ 09:32:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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sometimes i feel like a stranger to momma
she doesnt always remember who i am much less where she is
if she cant sleep within 5min she feels another day is here
when things dont make sense to her you get the blank stare
alzhiemers is like looking through the window next door
we see glimpses of who use to live there
every stage seems to bring a new person out
some are agressive some are only frightened
others show up nice or nasty we never know
alzheimers is like looking through the window next door
it is hard for us to live with so many in one body
and the moods always change we are always on guard
but out minds always know thats our loved one
here and now always seems to rule for the
day
alzheimers is like looking through the window next door
in our lives we have no schedule we never know how it will be
how they are is how we will be for the day its interesting
most people will say how can you live like that
never knowing
very simple we have no choice their moods rule our lives
alzheimers is like looking through the window next door
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maryetta
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2004-03-17 21:32:39]
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Re: The Window Next Door
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by Ilhar on
Wednesday, 17th March 2004 @ 11:40:10 PM AEST
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it takes a special person to be able to deal with an alzheimer patient...hang in there your beauty shines through
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