So Pretty has been released from the bonds of Alzheimers. (This post is not referring to Wayne)
One day I walked onto the ward and Pretty came up to me, eyes sparkling. He pointed to my necklace and said, “Pretty.”
I was amazed as he rarely spoke a word.
Although his speech was lost, his big smiled never failed to great me.
The nurses told me he always liked pretty things and even used to call a uniform pretty if he so deemed it to be:)
Fly free, Pretty, and thanks for sweet memories.