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person you love is slipping away from you every day, a little bit more, to be replaced by a stranger. to think, and wonder if the same thing might happen to you. what a puzzling and infuriating disease this is. to not remember where you are, or who you're with, or even if you've eaten. yet, your memories
moves me with emotion, recalling the scene. i don't think my eldest stepson could ever understand, with the innocent gesture of a child, what kind of bridge he had built at that moment, on that day. from the mouths of babes, indeed. posted by radmila at : p.m. | links to this post labels: family , memories...
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