To My Caregiver - A Poem
To My Caregiver - A Poem by Marcie Jones
When my eyesight fades and my hearing muffles,
My hands don't work well and my feet only shuffle,
You are here.
When my memory dims and I dwell in years gone by,
I ask the same questions or I just sit and sigh,
Still you are here.
When I need help to stand and the bathroom's too far,
When I want to go places, but I can't drive my car,
Thank goodness you are here.
I know it's not easy to see me this way,
When I don't remember the things that you say,
But, still you are here.
I may not express it, but my feelings are true.
I've been blessed with an angel, and that angel is YOU.
Thank God you are here.
When my eyesight fades and my hearing muffles,
My hands don't work well and my feet only shuffle,
You are here.
When my memory dims and I dwell in years gone by,
I ask the same questions or I just sit and sigh,
Still you are here.
When I need help to stand and the bathroom's too far,
When I want to go places, but I can't drive my car,
Thank goodness you are here.
I know it's not easy to see me this way,
When I don't remember the things that you say,
But, still you are here.
I may not express it, but my feelings are true.
I've been blessed with an angel, and that angel is YOU.
Thank God you are here.
Posted by Marcie Mandigo Jones at 11/11/2010 4:58 PM 
Categories: Caregiving
Tags: Alzheimers caregiving dementia family caregiver Gentog
Categories: Caregiving
Tags: Alzheimers caregiving dementia family caregiver Gentog
MARCIE YOU ARE TRULY A GIFT FROM GOD TO ALL OF US HOW HARD IT MUST BE FOR YOU TO SEE GRAM THIS WAY AND TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT THE WAY YOU DO. THE LOVE YOU SHOW IS SO VISABLE BARB
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My mother and father were married for more than 63 years. In the last three years of his life, Dad developed Alzheimer's and became progressively absent-minded and confused.
The blessing in this is that his life partner, my mom, was able to care for him---at home for a while, then in a nursing home. She was with him every day---almost every waking minute (and many when he slept).
The amazing thing was that, as Dad lost track of who this caretaker was, he fell in love with her all over again.
For me, seeing this was the greatest of life's many blessings.
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