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The Power of Love

The power of love just amazes me and throws me for a loop. Out of the blue, my husband bends down, grabs me, hugs me, kisses me, and  straightens up with wet eyes. I press my John Wayne for what's going on. He says, "Sometimes I just miss you."  

Wow! My heart could just burst!

Feeling so abandoned and thrown away, then feeling like a dreaded obligation. Questioning my decision to ride out this disease, not taking the "easier, softer way" out. Being present for all the losses, the declines, and hardships.

And then his mask slips and he shows me his heart. He still loves me.
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