Her tears were not all from physical discomfort.
Wicked ALS took away her ability to participate in life.
It was tough enough that she lost movement,
But then she lost speech…
For someone who loved people,
Who loved honest conversation,
Communication with others was her greatest loss.
When she was diagnosed, she welled up and said,
'But, I love life…'
I channel her now through my tears of grief
What she so often felt…
The pain of losing someone close…
In her case, she lost her personality;
Her whole being lost touch with the world moving around her.
She was grieving that she was no longer part of it.
2-14-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem