Missing

David F

STRENGTH

At the age of forty seven, the early onset of Alzheimer's disease has wrapped its unforgiving cruel hands around my life with no hope of change. There is no cure. I can no longer drive, take my own medication; I forget my children's birthdays,my ss#... I lose days and I pray for the end. Then I am reminded with great love. Compassion. Respect and devotion that I am still of value. My husband, David, of fifteen years reminds me that it is his hand I will be holding to the end of this journey. MY HERO. MY HUSBAND.

Submitted by SHERRY


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