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Listmates, every day brings something new with this disease. I had thought that this phase - of wanting to know where her parents were - had passed. Yesterday I was surprised to hear my mother bring it up again. She is becoming more and more like a three year old child in her thinking. And as many of you have also experienced, it is a very painful process to watch. |
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I want my Daddy!
I want my daddy! I heard Mama say. As I was helping her just yesterday. The pain in her eyes was so easy to see, And I felt her longing, as she made her plea. I wanted to say, Mom, your daddy is gone. But I knew in my heart, that it would be wrong. She could not understand that her daddy had died. If I tried to tell her, she would think I had lied. Mama, where's Daddy? She asked once again. I love my daddy, because he's my friend. It's hard to deal with the pain that I feel. I know in her world, her anguish is real. I wanted to comfort, to take hold of her hands, But she pulled away; I was but a strange man. I sat her at the table, then as I turned away, I want my Daddy! I heard Mama say. © 1998, Jerry Ham e-mail Jerry.Ham@werner-saumweber.de
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