cindyfinch

I read this board several times a week and I have a response for everyone, however, I don't write back. Most of the time I am overwelmed with my own experience with my mother. All the pleads for help, I can relate too. All the different behaviors are the same, different but none-the-less the same. They equate to an emormous responsibility to the caretakers. A metal should go out to each and everyone of you. The burden is tremendous, the sorrow overwelming.

I have been a primary caretaker for my mother for the last 1 1/2 years. I have watched almost all of her abilities be removed. I wrote a poem today on behalf of my mother that I would like to share with you tonight. To me it represents everyone that my mother has come in contact with that has no idea what she has been going through, and no desire to understand. Sometimes, as caretakers, our world is lonely because we are outcasted as much as they are. You should all take a moment and realize you have taken on a tremendous job and you are all hero's. God bless you all!

IN HONOR OF LIFE

I know not where I am or where I live,
But I know more than you think.
Not the last moment,
or the moment after.

I live in a world of constant changes.
I must adjust and adapt constantly.
The world moves forward and backwards at all times.
I am happier and content in the past.
I understand nothing of the future.
It does not exsist,
much like myself.
I was.
I am, but I am not to be.

Please be patient with me,
for I am still here.
I gentle touch.
A soft word.
A moment of your time.
For as long as I am.
I exsist.

The lord is my shepard and he will carry me through these final days,
as so shall he in your final moments.
I still carry love in my heart and hope for what awaits me when I will again be whole.

My Mother! My Life!


Give yourself a pat on the back. You all have earned it.

Goodnight!