Here with me
But parts of you are
Fading away
I try my hardest
To be strong
I fight my tears knowing
In time more
Of you will fade away
I stand strong for you
But inside I feel weak
Each memory is precious
For so long I have
Leaned on you
Now I must be your rock
I cry when you donβt see
I confide in friends
I find support where I can
I practice self-care
I returned to therapy
As parts of you fade away
I will fight to
Stay in the light
Nurturing myself
Leaning on broad shoulders
Helps me stay in
the light of recovery
Aimee, hits hard. My mother inlaw, my sister’s MIL, and several friend’s parents are dealing with dementia. As the care takers and support network, I see and understand your pain. It is so very difficult for them because they know that something is wrong and there is nothing they can do to stop the progression… My heart goes out to you! Much love and many prayers…
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Murisopsis,
I’m glad you understand my poem. I was afraid people would think my husband is dying. Well a part of him is dying even though his body is the same. I’m taking it day by day. I’m trying to make as many memories as I can with him. Thank you.
Aimee
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Aimee it is becoming more common. That doesn’t make it hurt less but it does mean there are more resources for the patient and the carer. Making memories is a great way to remain close…. π€π€ππ»ππ»π
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Murisopsis,
I’m getting all the help I can get. My husband is on meds to slow the progression.
Thank you.
Aimee
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I will keep you both in my prayers!
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Murisopsis,
Thank you.
Aimee
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