is it really a word,
a description?
Perhaps it is the only way to describe what we see
or rather can not see.
David,
the gentleman who shares our house,
is facing the imminent death of his mother this week.
She is 91 and has had Alzheimer's for a number of years,
so much so that David, her son, is only recognizable as "That man".
Dave has 2 sisters,
one who is the immediate care giver
or rather person resposible, because she is in a home.
The pain is still there,
she will be in a better place, no matter what a person believes
and David will have some finality.
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