Have been talking
Finding others in
For us it's
Reading, reading reading.
There are strange things:
Perhaps someone visiting
LBD is like a mixer
This disease,
Why aren't we
Linking together
Talk about Dementia.
Work towards a better future
Three generations shared life together for decades in one household. Daughter and granddaughter set aside their lives to care give for two family members at home. Life challenges of undiagnosed advancing Lewy Body Dementia and medical challenges of MRSA tore apart the family unit. Writing, reflecting and researching then and now to shine light into holes in our society's safety nets for the aging, care givers and families.
In America, parents "Push". Kids "Pull" life like it's Taffy.
Both believing their "Recipe" is best. Focusing on leaving "The Nest".
The more distance, even in AI times, The more possibilities for personal harm.
Even when you're close and share, There are secrets placed here and there.
We're taught self sufficiency. To know how to survive many inequities.
The human heart, though, wants to believe That man or woman would NEVER deceive.
Flying far from the nest They believe they'll rise from the rest.
Life builds, life breaks. Life gives, life takes.
So set on the journey. No ties bind so tight.
They believe they rise faster When "you" are not in sight.
Once takers, now makers, Soon creators becoming fakers.
They learn to expound on what they do "right".
Overlooking the vast extent of dark, unfriendly night.
Parents are set aside. Influencers become their guide.
The "Pot of Gold" just out of sight Focus away from "the light".
Like Carnival Barkers of ages past. They tempt and cajole until the very last.
Fingers placed, keyboard spaced. Humans needed, easily replaced.
Family and friends redefined. New relationships formed and signed.
We encourage "play". "Trained" along the way.
Fulfill your wants. Your needs can wait.
Sounds of praise Cradle to grave.
We accept, we believe. An unknown "expert" often deceives.
We're told to accept, To believe what we're told. Especially applied to those getting Old.
Youth is worshiped. Age is FUN. We shortly bask in the Rising Sun.
The Pot of Gold, Rainbow and all, We feel so big and look so small.
We watch a loved one disappear Seeing a stranger we sometimes fear
The person we love comes and goes. Where and when we never know.
Time can be so short or very long. These past years moved ever so slowly.
(written 06/17/15 as one of many remembrances held close now shared)