Parkinson disease

My parents called me Saturday. We all knew it was going to happen but that doesn't make it any easier... The doctor said my Grandmother won't live through the week. I've talked to several people in my family that I've not spoken to in a very long time. I nearly didn't recognize my older brothers voice. It was like talking to someone from another lifetime and trying to figure out how they fit into this one.

I was hoping I could see my grandmother one more time before she died... but now it's too late. I don't want to see her like this and have that image the predominate one over all of my memories. I wish there was something I could do to make things easier for her.

I felt awful for not sending the card I bought for her a couple weeks ago. My mom said I should just stop sending letters now. She wont get them now. She said you can't understand what she says at all anymore. The last thing she said that anyone could understand was "I want to go home to my room". My aunt asked her if she meant the nursing home and she told her no, she meant HER room at HER home (at the farm that is now sold).

I think she's suffered enough now. Her Angel needs to take her home...........



FALLEN
Lyrics by Bree Sharp
Music by Bree Sharp and Don Dilego
©1998 Trauma Records


Lucy is gazing out into space
She has starry eyes, starry eyes that light up her face
Like an angel

Little girl, little girl questioning me
She says, 'why doesn't everyone have what they need?'
Where are the angels, angels, angels?
Where are the angels, angels, angels?'

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen

The stars in Lucy's eyes run down her cheek
Like teardrops of fire, still her voice is as sweet
As an angel

She says, 'where is the place that the good souls go
Where they take away, take away the pain that they know
Where are the angels, angels, angels?
Where are the angels, angels, angels?'

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen

Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
If I could take the world in my arms
I'd take all the wrong and I'd fly

Yes, I'd like to know
Where the good souls go
Where are the angels, angels, angels?
Where are the angels, angels, angels?

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen