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Thank you for visiting and welcome. I am a terminally-ill, 90-year-old mother, grandmother, and published author. I created this page at the behest of my friends and acquaintances. The purpose of this page is to share with you the many thoughts that have occurred to me during their frequent visits to my home. I've entitled my thoughts, "Vailia's Reflections". They're listed in reverse chronological order. I hope you find them to be of value. My book concerning Alzheimer's disease, Marshall's Journey, has been my most rewarding achievement to date. It practically wrote itself and demanded to be heard. As my understanding of Alzheimer's grew, I knew that I had discovered skills that would help victims and caregivers through the painful devastation of the illness. I have also been proactive in negotiating the terms of my own death. My views have been the subject of several local television newscasts. In addition, I've been quoted in articles that appeared in recent editions of the Wall Street Journal and San Diego Magazine. Please enjoy your stay.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

08 - Vailia's Letter


Happy Birthday


If I am asked who my mentor is, the one
I admire most,
There is no other answer,
But you.

You, who guides me in my life,
Are my champion, my
Supporter
My motivation, my joy
My friend, my teacher,
And student

I strive to remember every word you’ve uttered to me,
To learn from your mistakes, and to allow
Your history and wisdom to help me as I make my way
Through life.
I love your touch, as you
Tuck my hair behind my ear, your kisses,
Hugs, your soft beautiful fingers.
I try, while forming my individuality, to model
Myself after you.
Your strength, independence, intelligence, drive,
Appreciation of all things beautiful.
To look at the world around me, always with
Conscious eyes.
To make sure my life is happy, filled with good things, to be good
To the people around me.

One thing I feel I cannot wholly convey
Is how much I love you.
It is so big, so unconditional
It cannot be described with words, it must be felt,
As I know you do. I thank you, for being
You.
And for all you have been for me
And to me.

Love, Vailia



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