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Comment from lyenochka
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Enjoyed your mono-rhymed Minute poem about the trials of aging. Even if our human parts give us grief as we age, we know we can depend on God Who is always with us!

 Comment Written 29-Apr-2024


reply by the author on 29-Apr-2024
    You know it, Helen! Thanks so much . You are always appreciated.
    Blessings,
    Deb
Comment from Ulla
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Aw, Debora, your words really touched me. Yes however old and frail we might get someone is out there looking out for us. I loved your poem. All the best, Ulla xcx

 Comment Written 29-Apr-2024


reply by the author on 29-Apr-2024
    Thank you, my friend. I'm honored that it reached your heart.
    Blessings,
    Deb
Comment from Ric Myworld
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Yes, I'm sure you're thankful for him, faltering parts and all. It's like growing to love an old dog who has fleas, it doesn't make them any less loveable. LOL. Thanks for sharing.

 Comment Written 29-Apr-2024


reply by the author on 29-Apr-2024
    Yup... We've been together since '85. He can drive me nuts but I cannot imagine life iwthout him. I've had to face it a couple of times now - health issues that might take him long before me. But get rid of him because of fleas? Nah... 😅
    Blessings,
    Deb
Comment from Debi Pick Marquette
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This is touching, Deb! After helping with my Alzheimer's mother in-law this seemed very familiar to me. I hope you are only referring to just signs of aging in a married couple but either way it is a sweet poem. Very nice, Sweetie!

 Comment Written 28-Apr-2024


reply by the author on 29-Apr-2024
    Hi, Debi ~
    I'm hopeing and praying that it's not the beginning of Alzheimer's , that it's neds and COPD and too many hospital stays lately. Either way... He's mine. He's been mine since 1985. I can't see stopping now because it's harder. And, besides, he still puts up with ME! That's a LOT. :)
    Blessings, my friend,
    Deb
Comment from Julie Helms
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This felt to me what I'm experiencing with my mother who has Alzheimer's. She has aphasia very badly, it was the first sign. So at times she can't express her thoughts at all. Your poem demonstrates the true meaning of unconditional love.
Thanks for sharing.
Julie

 Comment Written 28-Apr-2024


reply by the author on 28-Apr-2024
    Thank you, Julie. I cannot imaine (and hope I never have to experience) dealing with the idfficulties of Alzheimer's. My heart goes out to you. We're hoping Steve's is a combo of meds, post-cancer treatment, and the pneumonia he can't seem to shake. But you're right - if it's Alzheimer's, love demands I remain a part of it. I'll be praying for you and your momma, Julie. It's not that I'm great at prayers... But I serve a God who is great at listening.
    Blessings,
    Deb
reply by Julie Helms on 28-Apr-2024
    Thank you for your prayers!
Comment from barbara.wilkey
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NaPoWriMo Contest Entry #26 is an excellent challenge entry. I remember when my dad began to struggle with memory and language. It was a horrible thing to watch. Thank you for sharing this with us.

 Comment Written 28-Apr-2024


reply by the author on 28-Apr-2024
    It's so hard to watch him fight his brain for information... We're hoping it's a combo of post-cancer treatment, meds, and that pneumonia he's having a hard time getting past. We'll see. It won't matter, though. I'll remain a part of his life until God calls one of us Home to Him.
    Blessings,
    Deb