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How the West Was Won ... /
By Mechelle Abney
Aging that smells like death with its essence of
crisp Clorox, ready to wipe away whatwas once
youthful and vibrant.
Aging that creeps up like a dark vine clinging to
a tree. Slowly suffocating life away and
bonding with death.
Aging going unnoticed while the young simply forget
to notice because they are in love with what each
new day holds.
Life, Happiness, Newness, and Beginnings.
But, it waits for no one, I tell you. And
suddenly it appears –
Like the end of a long day… and taking me with
Mechelle Abney is a caregiver for her 82
year old father who is living with Alzheimer’s
disease. She moved in with him about eight
months ago to take care of him and
enjoys knowing her father as she remembers him.
She says, “writing shares my emotional turmoil of
taking care of someone and the aging process.”