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A Bowl of Cherries
Who's there
What day is it
Is it time for dinner
I loved to dance
but I never thought my body would get like this
Who's there
I can't see
and I cannot think
Why wont He take me
Why?
What day is it
Is it time for dinner
I loved to dance
but I never thought my body would get like this
Who's there
I can't see
and I cannot think
Why wont He take me
Why?
Published 30th Sep 2021
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30th Sep 2021 11:16am
30th Sep 2021 2:21pm
This reminded me of my grandmother, who passed with advanced dementia !
I spent a smidgen of time caring for her during her end of life stage, which broke me in more ways than I could ever convey.
A touching & heartfelt write…🙏💙😇
I spent a smidgen of time caring for her during her end of life stage, which broke me in more ways than I could ever convey.
A touching & heartfelt write…🙏💙😇
2nd Oct 2021 7:38am
Yes, thank you both.
Despite what must be the cruelest combination - blindness and dementia - my mother fought bravely on to the end.
Her favorite tune was 'Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries'
~ Abra
Despite what must be the cruelest combination - blindness and dementia - my mother fought bravely on to the end.
Her favorite tune was 'Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries'
~ Abra
