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She was six years old sitting on his knee while he balanced the checkbook.
She smiled, the sudden recollection warming her. It felt as if it was yesterday, but nearly fifty years had passed.
Now, he was in a different kind of home and she sat at the same desk and packed up his belongings.
The decision had been painful but necessary. His rapidly declining memory had become an increasing danger.
He had been angry when she moved him, and thrown a tantrum.
She sighed.
She wished she could go back to being the child in their relationship.
Susan Jarreau - Of Dreams and Disasters 
Sigh!
So sad and written so beautifully!
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That’s rough. Sometimes, decisions need to be taken. That’s life. Well done.
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one of the most difficult decisions we’ll ever have to make. Well written.
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I know this well… unfortunately… down to the anger.
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Sad but is a reality that happens quite often. Growing up and growing old, both difficult and painful at times!
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A horrid reality for so many….
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Beautifully written!
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This is heartbreaking and a situation that touches so many. You have captured the emotions here so well.
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Dear Susan,
All too real. Beautifully done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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So sad that this is the way we end up. Hopefully we will be lucky and have someone to care for us. I’m sure he will thank her for it in the end.
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I love this! Both my parents died last summer. I wish, wish, wish I had them back. You caught that feeling. Thank you.
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