a picture of this listing is on the wall outside of the door that leads into Carol's Spc Alz Unit. I think it is very descriptive of our Loved Ones. Fits me pretty well also. bill

BLESSED are they who understand
my faltering step and shaking hand,
BLESSED, who know my ears today
who strain to catch the things they say.
BLESSED are they who seem to know
my eyes are dim and my mind is slow.
BLESSED are they who look away.
I spilled my tea on the cloth that day!
BLESSED are they who, with cheery smile,
stopped to chat for a little while.
BLESSED are they who know the way
to bring back memories of yesterday.
BLESSED are they who never say,
“You’ve told me that story twice today!”
BLESSED are they who make it known
that I’m loved, respected and not alone.
And BLESSED are they who will ease the days
of my journey home, in loving ways.

By Elisabeth Clark

Thanks for sharing; I, too, am going to copy it and share it.

carosi, I have to ditto that, it was such a wonderful poem and I (from the caregivers end of it) think that we are all blessed for dealing with our LO's. I told some friends of mine who asked me how I was doing that "I am learning how to be a full time caregiver" I didn't think about it when I said it but I have since, I believe that I have grown as an understanding person and a patient person since I had this task put on me. In a weird way I feel like I have benefited from all these experiences. Does that sound weird to you? I think that is what is happening though.