Thursday, February 26, 2004


Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true.

Someday, I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney top's. That's where you'll find me.

Some where over the rainbow, blue birds fly

If birds fly over the rainbow...........

Why then, Oh Why Can't I???????

I miss you Peggy and I'll continue to call daily and help you get over your Rainbow. Your voice was sad this morning..It was as if you know that you are leaving. I miss you more than You Know or Can Remember. I hope that you find your rainbow and a way to get over it. I only wish that there was more that I could do. I felt totally helpless this morning. I wanted to make You laugh...instead...I could only cry as you said Goodbye. You leave a little more each day and that hurts my heart because you are young and have so much left to do in this world..

I'll always think of you when I see a rainbow because your heart and eyes once shined with all it's beautiful colors.

Alzheimer's has taken that away from you but I will remember your shine and I will keep it in my heart.

Mary Louise


caragrike said...

ML, I love this. Rainbows are special. When Beth was little I told her whenever she saw a rainbow it was God saying "Beth, I love you". When mother was in the hospital and we were in Hawaii, I looked up at the sky and saw a rainbow. I knew then that mother would not make it so the rainbow was God saying "Barbara, I love you." Together, I knew I would be okay. caragrike

bubsie112 said...

Mary Louise,

My father died of the effects of AD almost 8 years ago; the way you express your love for Peggy brings back what I felt as he slipped away. Your journal is a wonderful tribute to all those who are advocates for their AD-afflicted loved ones. I just stumbled on your site, but it has been a blessing in my day--thank you.

Pittsburgh, PA

sistercdr said...

Your journal and your love are so touching. My father is no longer responsive to anything other than food and pain, and your journal helps me remember our good times and the moments of joy we would have when he emerged from his dementia for a few minutes.

merelyp said...

The picture of you that is included in this entry is just wonderful. It is going to stick with me--hopefully turn into a poem. I am so grateful for the beautiful metaphors you use to describe your view of the rainbow that is Alzheimer's-- light refracted, remember: light seen through the prism of memory's tears.