Having lost my voice this past weekend, I quickly found out how important it is to be able to talk. Especially with my son. He doesn't listen anyways and trying to get his attention without talking above a whisper was most comical, if you weren't me of course. Snapping my fingers and clapping my hands, jumping around like an ape on Red Bull. Yesterday he tells me that his voice is leaving him and he won't be able to talk soon just like me. A mom can only wish for a day or two reprieve from the nonstop chatter.
My Mom has Passed
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My mom went to be with the Lord last night. Nine and a half years since her
initial diagnosis with Lewy Body Dementia, eight and a half years since
that ...
1 week ago

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