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One Sunday afternoon
After our weekly visit to see my husband, my
children’s dad
We were in the car when my youngest child,
Alex said, “Mommy if I could make a wish
and ask God for something, I would pray that
Papi could be okay and be home with us.”
My daughter Anna quickly responded, “I
know that’s what I always say.”
My oldest son, Alberto agreed to the same
Their wish was not a toy, clothes or a trip to
Disney World
What they wished for was for their father to
get well
Alzheimer’s is a progressive disease
A cure has not yet been found
Perhaps in the future the cure will be
established
But for now all we can do, is keep him clean,
loved, safe and sound
Ana Monnar
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