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The Lack of a Penny is a story about Love, Compassion, and a single Penny. A Penny can represent the funds to see a movie or conquer the disease of Alzheimer’s. In one case a Penny would have solved the problem but in the other case the lack of many Pennies to find a cure for a devilish disease that causes such grief and heart-ace. This is such a story.
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The Lack of a Penny is a story about Love, Compassion, and a single Penny. A Penny can represent the funds to see a movie or conquer the disease of Alzheimer’s. In one case a Penny would have solved the problem but in the other case the lack of many Pennies to find a cure for a devilish disease that causes such grief and heart-ace. This is such a story. Memory loss caused by Alzheimer’s is insidious by taking away what you are, or have been. One is nothing without a memory. Humanity has Alzheimer’s as every last one of us is born into a physical world with a loss of who we are. This is a story of memory loss and the eventual loss of every body function. These functions need memory to work and eventually all life needs memory to sustain itself. I dedicate this work to my wife, LoRayne, of forty four years who left me April 17, 2006 at one ten in the morning. The memory of her Love and Words haunt me. I am thankful that I have a memory and can remember because without a past or memories of events experienced you are nothing but a discarded Penny.
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The Lack of a Penny is a story about Love, Compassion, and a single Penny. A Penny can represent the funds to see a movie or conquer the disease of Alzheimer’s. In one case a Penny would have solved the problem but in the other case the lack of many Pennies to find a cure for a devilish disease that causes such grief and heart-ace. This is such a story.
Memory loss caused by Alzheimer’s is insidious by taking away what you are, or have been. One is nothing without a memory. Humanity has Alzheimer’s as every last one of us is born into a physical world with a loss of who we are. This is a story of memory loss and the eventual loss of every body function. These functions need memory to work and eventually all life needs memory to sustain itself.
I dedicate this work to my wife, LoRayne, of forty four years who left me April 17, 2006 at one ten in the morning. The memory of her Love and Words haunt me. I am thankful that I have a memory and can remember because without a past or memories of events experienced you are nothing but a discarded Penny.
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