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The sweetest love, and every woman’s secret longing and dream

“He is 85 and insists on taking his wife hand in hand wherever they go.

When I asked why your wife is distracted, like she wasn’t following anyone? He replied: She has Alzheimer’s…

So I said, will your wife worry if you let her go? He replied, “She doesn’t remember…She doesn’t know who I am anymore, she hasn’t recognized me for years.”

Surprised, I said “And still you continue to guide the way even though she doesn’t recognize you.”

The elderly man smiled and looked into my eyes. He said “She doesn’t know who I am, but I know who she is.”

“SHE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” 💙

How sweet is that? Simply priceless. How many of you have seen the movie “The notebook”? It’s what it reminds me of.

Author:

Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

17 thoughts on “The sweetest love, and every woman’s secret longing and dream

  1. That is a beautiful story Rhapsody. I wish it was so for all in that instance.
    But I do know it is one of the most cruel diseases there is. My dad died of Alzheimer’s but I will always remember something my mom said to us…’I lost him twice. Once when he no longer knew who I was, and the second when he finally died. And to make it worse I was so relieved that it was over’.
    My dad was a stubborn man, he had Alzheimer’s for 13 years which isn’t your normal sufferer as it is usually from 4 to 8 years, but like all things ‘down here’ we all have our path…but that one I wouldn’t wish on anyone ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋

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    1. I am so sorry my friend and it had to be so hard on the family and especially your Mom.
      I have a friend in Germany and his Mom had it as well. She often didn’t recognize them anymore and while it is one thing to remember who she or your Dad was, it’s another to see and witness the decline while feeling helpless.
      I can’t blame you for being relieved that it was over. I felt like that at times with Mom, once things didn’t get better and her quality of life was non existent anymore. It’s very hard and I am sorry you and your family had to experience this pain and suffering. Bless you all. 💙🙏🏼🦋

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  2. Sweet story. My Nan had dementia for about a decade – it was hard to slowly lose her. We were fortunate that it was late on – she was a couple of weeks off one hundred years old when she passed. I love The Notebook too.

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    1. I may have not correctly addressed this issue and have only seen it from a loyalty and love vantage.
      I am sad for the pain and suffering on both sides, the one affected as well as the bystanders that can’t do a lot to help.
      Mom had a little dementia as well, and eventually it caused her not being able to live on her own. It’s devastating to watch but a love like this is truly heartwarming and sweet.
      I am sorry you had to experience the pain of losing her so slowly. One can never get prepared for the actual day when they leave us, whether it is fast or comes over time. Big hugs to you and bless you.

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