I believe in prayer, and I believe your prayers made a difference.
By Bob DeMarco
Alzheimer's Reading Room
When Dotty died she just stopped ticking. Her jaw never dropped. Not even her lips. She did sound like a perculator, but she never winced, cringed, or evidenced any sign of pain.
As she was dying I put my cheek on her cheek and held her. I whispered in her ear and told her to go into the light. I said more, but for now that is between Dotty and me.
After a bit, I turned my head and looked up at the ceiling just in case Dotty was up there.



