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Drugs cry for those who cannot weep, and mourn for those who cannot grieve.
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A snapshot memory, circa 1955:
I'm draped over Dad's shoulder, bouncing along in time with his stride. It's a hot day and we're strolling through a fairground. Beside us, Verna clings to Mom's hand. A cob of corn has slipped from my sweaty clutches, and I'm shrieking at full lung capacity to have it retrieved. Bobbing over Dad's shoulder, I can see that tasty morsel - sticky with grit, no doubt - receding into the distance, and I'm furious.
My parents, facing the other direction, are oblivious
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― Gentle into the Darkness: A Deaf Mother's Journey into Alzheimer's
― Gentle into the Darkness: A Deaf Mother's Journey into Alzheimer's
