Took this shot of Grama somewhere on the Southern coast of Norway just before our fish chowder arrived.
Which was delicious.
It now sits next to Grama's hospital bed. We're headed into hospice care. My heart is shattered.
The gift of this: a strange lucidity that has pierced her Alzheimer's. She knows me and calls me by name. We've showered each other with endearments. And goodbyes.
Posting by cameraphone from Burien, WA.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
good friend.
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Oh, D. I'm so, so sorry.
more hugs and a small smile at your lucky gift.
and more hugs
My dear friend, my heart goes out to you.
it is the small timely gifts we cherish most
free fall is *not* saying goodbye. cling to every second of goodbye, cling to it. and when every inch of your body and soul is sore, you'll see there is still a way.up.
as many thoughts as virtuality can bring.
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Dayna,
I was so glad to hear that in this dark time there is some light for you...that your Grama knows you again is a gift you can cherish. My thoughts and prayers are with you both.
Dear Friend,
Thinking of you daily and sending you prayers and much much love...
Dearest Dayna...my thoughts, my prayers, my love to you all...
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