Friday, October 15, 2021

Mapless Road


I am a mapless road,


ribboning through the countryside

guiding your turn after turn after turn.


Blinded by the late autumn sun

and clouded by your state of confusion,

you query your destination.

Dementia is a difficult thing to live with and even harder for loved ones to accept. We know we are not far from taking the keys. Each day we pray she still finds her way.

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  1. Oh, Leigh Anne, what a difficult time for everyone. Hugs.

  2. I am sorry that you have this sad challenge, Leigh Anne. A friend at the bookstore just told me a similar story of her mother-in-law. Take care of yourself, too.

  3. I am so very sorry. I have a close friend whose father is here as well. I know this is so hard.

  4. Heavenly Father,
    You are our Comforter.
    Wrap your arms around them.