Sing us a song
I’m writing at my desk at 4:40 am. Another long sleepless night. menopause strikes again. I finally decided to get up and blog for a while, perhaps it will help me sleep.
Of a love that once belonged
About Dad: Dad has become so frail lately. It’s hard to describe. All he says is that he feels so old. Then he asks me how old he is. And he asks what year it is and he does the math to figure out if he’s really 77 years young.
Nightingale
It’s heart breaking really. Watching Dad unravel while Alzheimer’s ravages his mind and body. Some how you wish you could spear him the pain, but you know you can’t. I do pray with him a lot while were together. It seems to comfort Dad. I also try to send him energy from my heart while we hold hands, hoping it will give him the energy to enjoy life while he can.
Tell me your tale Was your journey far too long?
And yet I feel Dad is slowly disappearing. I pray I am true to Dad till the end. And never give up on him.
Many Thanks to Nora Jones for the use of her Lyrics “Nightingale”.