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Patience. Along the way.
Always. Good times have followed bad times. Makes me wonder.
If that will be the pattern. Forever. Wonder,
too, if that’s been the pattern for the rest of you. Does life always get better?
Sooner or later. Tell me. Tell me,
please. About your experience. Has it been the same as mine? I have yet to
experience life getting worse and worse and worse. Without stop. Without let
up. The worst of times always pass. That
gives me comfort. Patience. Patience. Yes, I have learned patience. Along the
I find that in the worst times I am comforted the most. I think I am more aware of the kindness of others those times. At the Crisis Center where I am going to visit my son, it is where 3 years ago I first was told LO had EOAD and he was in the late stage Alzheimer's! Prior to that, no one could figure things out. A blessing of sorts. It gives me a glimmer of hope for son. In the midst of his trauma, we held hands and feel that connection that you felt with your son during your last visit. Tender times are not ever forgotten.
It is when I can sit and encourage another, by being, laughing, crying, sitting silent. Whatever is needed. That I feel the most important. At that time, only I can do that.....no, it is not singing the song, writing the book or be the prettiest.. just being present. My favorite thing. I am reminded, as I wrote that, now, that that is what I am to my LO now.
Well thank you Jim for the compliment.
Was a pleasant surprise to see while grazing among the posts.
There must be another Chris in here. No way am I in the same league as Jim, or BlueSkies, or Sharon. But if there isn't another Chris, then I am deeply honored. Thank you , Jim.
Meantime, I'll keep my eyes open for that other guy.