If I had a choice. Of either being Alzheimer-riddled. Or
being the care-giver. No doubt. I’d take
the easier route. Care-giver. When caring for my dear sweet Jeanne. For years
and years. I learned to think of myself.
As the blessed one. Wasn’t easy to get into such a frame of mind. There were
days when I didn’t feel blessed. But when I got a little bit of respite. Yes, time to muse. To ponder my
situation. There I was. Right where I
wanted to be. In a role. That gave me the opportunity. To be a true lover. --Jim Broede
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