I have no idea where I first read this poem, but I copied it and put it on my front door and the refrigerator so I would see it every day. Maybe it will give others the strength to go on and remind us that they aren't doing these things because they want to hurt us. I added his picture to the bottom of the poem.
I NEED YOU
DO NOT ASK ME TO REMEMBER. DON'T TRY TO MAKE ME UNDERSTAND LET ME REST AND KNOW YOU'RE WITH ME KISS MY CHEEK AND HOLD MY HAND.
I'M CONFUSED BEYOND YOUR CONCEPT. I AM SAD AND SICK AND LOST ALL I KNOW IS THAT I NEED YOU TO BE WITH ME AT ALL COST.
DO NOT LOSE YOUR PATIENCE WITH ME DO NOT SCOLD OR CURSE OR CRY I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I'M ACTING CAN'T BE DIFFERENT, THOUGH I TRY.
JUST REMEMBER THAT I NEED YOU, THAT THE BEST OF ME IS GONE PLEASE DON'T FAIL TO STAND BESIDE ME LOVE ME TILL MY LIFE IS DONE.
Joyce, I have a recent picture of DH laying on the couch. I followed your example and put picture to poem. It turned out really well. I wish you could see it. I put it on the front door. I think this well help people who visit to understand. I want to thank you for the poem and idea. Faye
I posted this poem on the FTD forum (with a nod to Joyce, my website friend) and it has touched people there to. This poem is wonderful for any caregiver of a person with dementia. I also saw that they had this poem on the Alzheimers Playbook site. The author seems to be unknown.
I have sent this out to many of my friends, and I also put it on facebook. So many have responded to me with their feelings, for Dick (my DH) and for those in their own families who have this awful disease.
Well after a difficult morning, this really brought a tear to my eye. No matter how much you tell yourself, “It’s the disease talking, not him,” the words still hurt. Then you read a poem like this & it brings it back into perspective. I will also share this with people. Thanks so much!
I originally posted this one year after dh's journey ended; tomorrow will be the second year of his death and reading it this morning brought tears to my eyes again. I read this poem so many times over the years that I could almost recite it. It always helped me remember that none of what we were going through was his choice.