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Dec 2023
GRANDMA TELLS OF MEETING GRANDPA

and there he was
coming up my asphalt path
and my knees going weak

at the sight of him
and his hair
blowing about in the air

and my heart
ablaze with happiness
burning me down to the ground

and I said
to myself
says I

that man is
going to be
my husband

and now
50 years later
he still is

as if death
could never touch
either of us

and my heart breaking
at just
the very sight of him.

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She had dementia and could not recognise her own kids but would tell the nurses this over and over again or any visitors who happened to pass by. Her husband had been dead ten years by this time but the dementia hid his death from her and she lived forever in the first seeing of him.
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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