One of my favorite books is "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams. The Velveteen Rabbit is a book about becoming REAL!
A little boy received a stuffed Rabbit for christmas.The rabbit was beautiful, his coat was spotted with brown and white. He had thread wiskers and his ears were lined with pink sateen.The little boy fell in love with his rabbit. One day the Rabbit asked the Skin Horse, the oldest toy in the nursery, What is REAL?
The Skin Horse replied..REAL isn't how you are made! It is a thing that happens to you. It happens when someone loves you for a long time, not just to play with but REALLY LOVES YOU!
THEN, You Become Real! The rabbit didn't notice, as years went by, that his velveteen fur was getting shabby and his tail had become unsewn or that the pink of his nose had been kissed off, his wiskers had been loved off and the pink sateen of his ears had turned grey.The boy thought his rabbit was still beautiful. He had become REAL and when you are real...shabbiness doesn't matter.
A Loved one is forever REAL and Beautiful.
Peggy has changed but she is still beautiful to me! Peggy,You are My Velveteen Rabbit! Teaching me to be REAL in my everyday life.
I Love You Today, Peggy.
Mary Louise
4 comments:
Thank you Mary Louise for the reminder of the loving story of the Velveteen Rabbit. I also loved that story as a young one. Peggy looked so distant in that photo you posted of her "Christmas 2003" compared to the other photos taken pre/alzheimer's. That look of "no one home" that is so common with that dreadful disease.
My heart goes out to you all as you face this journey,
Blessings,
Lynda http://journals.aol.com/lab2401/lyndaslullaby
so true.. so true... keep your chin up.. and smile at the sky... pick a star to wish upon, make a wish. As time goes to fast and we all never take the time to enjoy the sky or stars or even a happy day in the sun. Hoping the best will be in your hearts as sisters...
Beautiful entry. I lived with my grandma during her final years and she also had alzheimer's disease. The love there was always real, even if at the time I didn't understand what was happening and why she didn't know me.
Monica
THIS IS A LOVELY JOURNAL, A MOST WONDERFUL WAY TO SHARE YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR SISTER. AS WELL, THOSE OF US WHO READ IT LEARN SOMETHING. KEEP WRITING, KEEP THAT LOVING SPIRIT YOU POSSESS & MAY GOD BLESS YOU.
Barbpinion
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