Fly me to the moon

As a caregiver to someone with dementia, you must learn to connect in new ways.

 

My phone on her pillow;

Near her ear,

Pandora softly playing Frank Sinatra.

No matter how deep her sleep,

Those beautiful green eyes open,

She connects, but only for a moment.

She’s flying to the moon,

She’s dancing among the stars,

Frank’s music is the soundtrack of her decline.

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