Have began to feel scared that something bad is gona happen.
Maybe Death not sure.
My mum jus been diagnosed with
Picks disease also known as (frontotemporal Dementia.)
since then my head been all over place.
l have fibromyalgia, depression, anxiety etc etc. herniated discs .
Feel sad not able to get out.
in my loved one with. FTD. is painful. Sometimes I wonder if I am doing both of us a disservice by keeping in contact.
The mountains I’ve climbed are huge
For that I can be sure,
Each time I reach the peak I tell myself, “Hooray for you’ve been true!”
The descent is long and often hard
As I reflect on all the pain,
With hope and love I tell myself “I won’t do that again!”
But God in his infinite wisdom
Has other ideas for me,
He whispers in my ear, “It’s not time to be set free.”
So the ascent begins again for me
Without a second thought,
The fight for another loved one
Certainly will not “be lost.”
As I make my way down the mountain again
I know one thing to be true,
My love for each of those I fight for
Is unconditional and totally pure.
My dear student Erin, your battle with Leukemia
You never really fought alone,
For those who stood beside you
Forever changed and witnessed you “going home.”
My dearest daughter Molly
I’m so sorry, I wasn’t told soon enough,
The assault you suffered so young
Allowed you to survive and grow strong and tough.
My mother, Brenda, my best friend
Pick’s Disease robbed you of your mind,
But I fought with you through your battle
And your love today still shines.
My father Bob, my hero
You survived a heart attack and car accident with grace,
I thank God you survived that battle
And I again get to see your face.
The mountain I currently climb
I must do alone,
Depression is a paralyzing journey
But I plan on making it home!