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Snapshots of Dementia: Letter to My Sweetheart

Snapshots of Dementia: Letter to My Sweetheart

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash You don’t understand How to play a game Or pay a bill Or pull a name From your contacts list, which you cannot find For a villain lurks Inside your mind. You always said We’d be the two Who’d stay in love Our whole lives through And indeed we have—yet today, somehow You’re a little boy I’m the parent now. My shattered heart Breaks more each day As you, my darling, Fade away. Like a photograph in too-bright sun You sit tired, confused The thief has won. But no! The Father Showers grace. Takes every tear And, in its place, Brings relief and comfort, sure release From the chains that bind Grants perfect peace. My deep desire To serve my King I wrap in this, My offering. To bless in ways, be they large or small, When no one’s around To see at all. To give to you As I’ve received, Bring joy to you When I am grieved. To put you first In every way. To grant each wish, Take time to play. Speak words of love, Do each hard task. Still hold your hand When you cannot ask. One day we’ll end This earth-soaked race One day we’ll see With unveiled face One day your horn Again will sound One day we’ll kneel On holy ground. Until then, dear, My joy will be To serve and love you Faithfully. As I wrote this, I was thinking of course of my husband, Tom, but I was also remembering my dad and my mother’s loving care for him through his many years as a Type 2 diabetic and then as a cancer patient. These words are for Tom, but they’re also in honor of Mom and all those who offer loving care for others. Your story matters because you do. Feel free to share in the comments...

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