This is a wonderful post that expresses what many of us experience with loved ones. I’ve never reblogged a post before, but I read it right after visiting with Ms Elizabeth as I fed her lunch. Had Mr. Barton lived, I believe this could have been their story.
His name is William, and she is his princess. They raised two children, traveled the world and were looking forward to retiring–enjoying a slower life together.
And then, Alzheimer came in, uninvited. And dementia crawled in. And settled.
And his princess, she began to lose some of herself. Bit by bit.
One morning, the reading was lost. And then the writing went. And then the walking. And then the names. And then the words.
But he promised to love her, and she is his princess. So he loves her. With every ounce of energy within him, he gives her dignity. And care. He brushes her hair with delight. He brushes her teeth. He feeds her.He takes her to get her hair done each Friday. He builds her a special bicycle, and she sits in the front and he pedals in back. And they ride through their town, enjoying the days.
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