George Will reflects on the dementia that stole his mothers spirit before taking her life.
It is poetic and beautiful because it is so profoundly human.
In an article full of beauty this quote stood out for me:
"The aging that conquered Louise was, like war, a mighty scourge, and, like war, elicited nobility from those near its vortex. The nearest was Fred Will, who died eight years ago, at the end of his ninth decade. "
Will finishes with the story of his father's struggle with his wife's fading memory. I guess that part effected me because you could genuinely feel the love in the poetry Fred Will wrote his wife.
I want to love and be loved like that.
Good night friends.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
I defy anyone to read this without tears
Posted by WordBearer at 9:35 PM
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