Losing him to Alzheimers

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My step father really raised me. He was the soft and the safe. A man that saved me in so many ways. 

From 3 yrs old this man gave me the support and love that helped me survive the parts of my life he could do nothing about. 

Many times he comforted and provided the safe from what he did not know. 

He has fast progressing Alzheimers.

I am not coping well at all.

My cancer limbo seems so secondary. 

I need him.

We need him. Not easy add the DID...we are all grieving. 

Many days I have felt I cannot go on. 

Seemingly endless tears. 

He said...
" We are one of the greatest stories of live ever."

Truth
💔

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