Stars

At one of the meetings of my Alzheimer’s spouse support group, I was talking about the book I am writing on my experiences caring for my wife Diane. One member leaned over to me and said “You’re a star.”

I don’t wholly agree. I’m no more of a star than anyone else in this group. We all know stories of people: sons, daughters, husbands or wives, who were faced with the responsibility that we have all accepted, and walked away from it for one reason or another. They couldn’t or wouldn’t accept that burden. We accepted it, we faced it, and we took it on. We are all stars.

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