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I’ll always be there to take care of you. It’s the way God built me. I’m a caregiver, and I have a caring spirit. The Lord calls people to different paths, and right now, He has called me to take care of you.

Youmy grandpa, my children’s great grandpa, a widowed husband, a dad, a Vietnam veteran, and my person. 

I can ask myself why all day long—why God allows people to suffer, but I know. I know it’s the sin of man that caused this. 

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I wish you could walk again and play with the kids, but you can’t and that’s okay because watching brings you just as much joy. I wish we were back in the kitchen making cheesecakes and supper together, but you still enjoy it either way. 

It saddens me that you need help getting ready for the day, but our conversations during that time bring me joy. 

I wish your kidneys were healthy again and didn’t need a machine to make them work, but you enjoy the conversations you have with the people who are dealing with the same condition, and you’ve lost some friends along the way. 

It saddens me that some days you don’t remember our conversations or what we ate for supper. You don’t remember our visits together some days, but I do. What saddens me the most is that one day your sharp mind is going to leave you completely.

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When you’re gone, I’ll remember all the good times, all the laughs, all the late-night conversations over ice cream, watching countless videos on YouTube and listening to Jason Aldean or Jimmy Fortune. Talking about the good ole days with you will turn in to talking about the good ole days with my kids one day.

I didn’t expect for you to wake up one day and not know where you were, but that’s God’s will for you, and I accept that. No matter what, I’ll always be here to care for you because that’s what the Lord has called me to do. 

Too many times, we get caught up in our own lives that we forget there’s a generation that needs our carewhether they remember us or not. 

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Savannah Hadden

I'm a wife and mother raising two daughters, ages four and two while adjusting to life after losing my mother and grandpa within a short time. I never would have dreamed my life would be how it is now . . . I am continuously grieving the death of my mother with two small children at home, while trying to remain strong for my family. I'm just trying to be a great mother while being motherless.

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