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THE DEVIL NAMED DEMENTIA

I'm in a pickle Soured sometimes I cry Because there's not much time here For I will soon leave memories behind There is no time for regrets No time for bitterness Nothing needs to be undone I'm only space filled with skin and bones A beautiful mind only remembers from long ago I brushed my teeth today I dressed myself Combed my hair I looked in the mirror I saw a stranger staring back at me He was crying Soured by his predicament I washed my face and walked away I don't remember Did I comb my hair?

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/6/2025 10:00:00 AM

Hi Vickie, we're dealing with my 102-year-old mom who has dementia. Your work is very telling from the perspective of one losing contact with one's memories and power to reason. It explains how sad this all really is. Sending you smiles!

Vickie Hurtt - Thayer
Date: 5/11/2025 11:00:00 AM

Yes, sad. Next to cancer, worst thing to deal with. I'm a caregiver that's hard too. God bless and thank you. Vickie Thayer