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Feeling Helpless

My wife has become an insomniac, during ebon hours she doesn’t sleep. Like an owl she’s become nocturnal, I wish again she was counting sheep. But dementia does this to a person, God put us together, she’s in my keep. All of my days start off the same, and most days, when alone, I weep.

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Date: 6/28/2025 7:23:00 AM
aww Tom, I have tears here on so many levels - our friend is looking after her mother in law - she is worn out as she hardly gets any sleep herself, dementia is such a cruel disease. hugs Jan xx
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