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Misery (222)
We do not know how
Or when our last breath will be
But I watched a program on tv
About where some people on longcare live.
Among them a few stuck with this very inhuman Alzheimer
But at least with a loved one nearby
Some in bed barely alive and spoon-fed
In my humble view
Blessed are those who go quickly
Heartstroke.
Gone.
Or when our last breath will be
But I watched a program on tv
About where some people on longcare live.
Among them a few stuck with this very inhuman Alzheimer
But at least with a loved one nearby
Some in bed barely alive and spoon-fed
In my humble view
Blessed are those who go quickly
Heartstroke.
Gone.
Published 23rd Nov 2022
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4th Dec 2022 1:48am
My son brought to my attention a six part music album called Everywhere at the End of Time, a music artists view on dementia. The first album starts with 1930s ballroom music, but as the music progresses, it breaks down, with static, eerie interruptions, silence, etc.. By the 6th album, the listener is thrown into an emotional darkness that mimics how dementia may feel, with a few seconds here and there scattered of music reaching some light until you're disconnected from reality.
Perhaps we may be lucky to go quick, but those who are given this card, it's a hard one to deal with.
Perhaps we may be lucky to go quick, but those who are given this card, it's a hard one to deal with.
4th Dec 2022 3:19pm
Yes, we may count our blessings. On a program there was also this woman, mother, and her handicapped child. Around 12. She said he had not stopped crying for the first 2 years of life. And to this day they still had to change his diapers 3 times a day.
