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Blythe's Blog

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assorted creative pursuits, sprinkled with a lot of garlic

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Blythe's Blog

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Blythe's Blog | assorted creative pursuits, sprinkled with a lot of garlic Blythe’s Blog assorted creative pursuits, sprinkled with a lot of garlic  Barbolian Garlic Coping with Dementia LUG Nutz Posted by: Blythe | April 21, 2009 Be Here Now I stumbled across a beautiful poem by HT Wilson on a blog called “ Words With No Names .” The poem is called Cancion. This verse particularly touched me: Looking straight ahead she laments “I don’t know what’s worth remembering anymore. I don’t know why I stored any of these thoughts.” * * * It left me thinking – What was it like when my mother knew she was losing her mind (and also aware that she was powerless to stop it)? What was it like when it was so difficult to remember to put on the second sock (did it really matter?), but so easy to find herself huddled in a cornfield, singing songs to quiet her little brother, so her drunken father did not find them? Some might live in the laughter of their yout...

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