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My Dear...I love You
From one who has Alzheimer's, and yes it is hard, Just for a moment, let me share from my heart. Please forgive me for the mean things I'll say. If I were well, I would not be this way. Although I can't tell you, I'm so glad you are here. But I know you are hurting, cause I see your tears. I wish I could tell you what you mean to me. Could we please go back to what used to be? But no, we are here, and we're strangers it seems. Although I wish otherwise, it's more than a dream. Please, just remember, when I curse and yell, It's not really me that you see, just my shell. In spite of the difficult days we'll go through, This one thing is true...my Dear...I love you. © 1997, Jerry Ham e-mail: Jerry.Ham@werner-saumweber.de
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