Written by Emily Harstone | June 13, 2017
Sadly, this was her last dance.
Moving on, a new normal developed.
Like Mother, Like Daughter – Pains Author
I danced with who I was
“I cannot waltz.” “Me neither.” “Shnikies!”
It started with talking about him
Last wish: slow dance to Sam Cooke.
One word too many. Toddler threw me off my game.
Alzheimer’s stole her memory of us.
A mom and daughter’s last dance.
I will always lift you up
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Sadly, this was her last dance.
Moving on, a new normal developed.
Like Mother, Like Daughter – Pains Author
I danced with who I was
“I cannot waltz.”
“Me neither.”
“Shnikies!”
It started with talking about him
Last wish: slow dance to Sam Cooke.
One word too many. Toddler threw me off my game.
Alzheimer’s stole her memory of us.
A mom and daughter’s last dance.
I will always lift you up