Parkinson’s disease robbed my mother of everything…almost everything

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Mama, Jerome (my brother and also the person responsible for making me afraid of angels) and Me, 1980, Morristown, TN

Yesterday, I stopped to see mom and as soon as I walked in she mouthed the words: “what’s wrong?“ (Her voice is almost gone due to Parkinson’s paralyzing the muscles in her throat).

“What do you mean?” I asked her as I sat down next to her.

Slowly, she raised her right hand and pointed at me: “Calm down.”

Mama getting me ready for my first recital at the Rose Center



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