Mother What a wonderful word. One never stops using it once learned. One can never quite release her. Time proves the bond, is ever so varied. Ma. The embodiment of benevolence, most years. Never to be replaced in heart, in soul. That is not the true objective of lovers, spouses and dates. Yet, is what is sought. Father A less wonderful word, to me. Antithesis. He the original love. What is this son to do? Time has revealed parental struggles, efforts and scraps. The Y donor, Dad. Checked out early. 12-25-96 A Christmas gift to us all. Dementia What a horrible word. We never forget it once learned. The devastation it creates. A shared void. Her vacant stares. The losses. What malice, in our pursuit of longevity. Pursued no more. Mother- Father –Dementia and ME Slow fading of a family. Who takes care of me?