Caregivers Stories

 
Oh, how I wish I would have kept a journal... then again I remember why I didn't keep a journal, I didn't want to go back and read it and I knew if I had kept a journal I would have to go back and read it, and relive and remember the nightmare that became our life. My memory has faded, I want my 
bad memories to fade away, I want the cruel tapes in my mind to stop playing. I want to only remember the good times, the happy times, the laughing times, the healthy times. Unfortunately the tapes remain forever embedded in a memory that allows them to the surface when prompted.. this will be one of those times...  
 and I shall write my story...