The rough times don’t seem so rough anymore. When dear sweet
Jeanne had Alzheimer’s. The 13-year siege. Plenty of lamenting. And anguish. But
that’s in the past. And all that I remember are the good times. Even during the
Alzheimer period. Precious moments surfaced. Often. Jeanne is remembered.
Fondly. Lovingly. During our 38 years of marriage. Alzheimer’s was merely an
incident in time. Love prevailed. Still does.
As a living memory. Cherished.
Forever. –Jim Broede
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