Alzheimer's and my Auntie Ruth
Music is the first to come, and the last to go.The rhythm of the heartbeatin the womb;the delight of familiar songsin the nursing home. The disease sneaks upstealthily robbing the most giftedof their talents.Those fingers which flew over the keys,playing Chopin, Bach, Beethoven,popular tunes,now gnarled. I want her carers to knowwho she is, her essence,her history, the richness of her life. Her smile in the morninglike the sunshine itself,long dark hair streaming overher long flowered robe.Her f
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Jan 13th 2021