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05 July 2010


jodi (bloomingwriter)

Oh, Pam. I know. I know. I know. It's a brutal, hateful, gutwrenching disease, and it exhausts and makes us hurt more than we ever thought possible, as the person we love disappears from our sight though still in front of us.
Huge hugs to you from me up here in sultry (sultry!? Yes, this week) Nova Scotia.


I have a terrible fear of dementia hitting my brilliant, thoughtful parents. I'm so sorry that you are having to deal with it. Truly, it must be the cruelest of all our human ailments.


Let those moments of clarity be your comfort. It's such a viscious disease and so very hard to step up to "be the parent" in the midst of this tornado. Your Dad is soooo very fortunate to have you facing this with him. The Morris team will see it through. No doubts.


Thanks everyone. Tough, tough times.


Almost any Roethke poem makes things slightly, if only slightly and momentarily, better. Thanks.


Benjamin, a bit better - yes indeed.

Annie in Austin

I'm so sorry to read this, Pam but don't know what to say.

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