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My Special Gift From God
We were best friends, and I was so proud. She was my mother, and I was her child. Then fateful words were spoken aloud, diagnosis with dire consequences. Changes came day by day, remembrances lost, with pretend defenses. Simple tasks became great chores, challenges were impossibilities. Alzheimer’s had captured her life, and I... unprepared for probabilities. Always searching for home, caused her to wander and roam. Fences, gates and locked doors, for her protection we had to condone. I was with her every day. I wish she had been there, too. We walked in her garden. The question came, “Now, who are you?" God needed her in heaven, but in his great wisdom knew I needed a while. He graciously conceded and gave compromise. He took her spirit, and gave me a special child. I gave her baths. I combed her hair, I clothed, fed, and put her to bed; God and I sitting till morning air. That fateful day sadly arrived, filled with such pain and sorrow. Goodbye my friend, my mother... my special child. I’ll see you again tomorrow! Sweet memories I’ve treasured since that day, thank you for time to sort them in place. I am now more endeared to those times long ago when I was a child and she washed my face. April 2, 2010
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