Tomorrow is the 36th year anniversary of Dad’s passing…the day of his release from what was a really rough go for him. What I remember was his poise and grace under pressure, particularly when he received his diagnosis. 1980…Alzheimer’s disease. Early onset (Dad was 54 years of age). We had never heard of this disease before, and the people who helped to diagnose him were skilled and compassionate and able to give us a layout of what was and what was to come.
Mom showed up…big time. She gave her all. A lot of my strength and commitment to Mom are borne from watching her during my Dad’s illness. Nothing was wasted … and that’s how my God rolls. Second chance, snowball’s chance, fat chance … Perfect Love.
I would have loved to grow old with Dad by my side but that’s not how it played out. Love doesn’t exist in time anyway. It’s pretty much everywhere and anywhere.
Faith & Roses 
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