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When the box is empty - elder-care


The King had a modest kingdom. He was Danish. This meant he was proud, tall, fit and he enjoyed a quick wit. He was married to a princess from Great Britain at a very young age. They were both certainly just kids when they began their own family.

They had three children, two boys and a girl. The offspring all communal one collective aim, to make the King proud. Each child vied for the King's consideration and love, each using a atypical strategy.

The eldest son used music to make his vicar proud. The average child, the daughter used humor and dancing. The youngest chose sports, deliberate his priest had once been a great athlete, a champion in more than a few sports.

They had a modest castle, the King all the time worked hard to afford for his family. Demonstrating affection wasn't a touch he was ever comfortable with. So, in his own way, he captured beloved moments by building or collecting trinkets. Each hardly figure represented a distinctive category moment. Some were shiny, golden; still others were like diminutive bells that made a sound when you selected them up. There was a story for each trinket.

You see the King was a able storyteller. At feast he would open up the box and hold up a bauble and smile. He would look up and to the right, and then tell a astonishing story that would have the kids laughing, crying or shaking their head in disbelief.

Telling stories became a breed tradition.

He optimistic the family to begin collecting their own jewels and stories.

As it is with most children, they obeyed their member of the clergy and began heavy up their boxes with symbols. Despite the fact that the kids were never very close, there were moments of ancestors joy. They were all very busy difficult to entertain the King with their respective gifts.

As the years went by, the Kings Box became a giant chest, ornate, hand engraved and full of trinkets. As the King grew older the attribute and extent of the filling of the chest improved. Soon the brood had brood of their own and they maintained the ritual of stories at the banquet table.

One day, the King reached in his box for a definite charm and found it missing.

Thinking this rather odd, he attention perchance he might have given it to his youngest son. He forgot about it. The next day, the same thing happened; a definite bauble was not to be found.

What the King did not know was a thief had snuck in the night and stolen the shiniest trinket. The thief liked the ornament so much, the next night he took a atypical one.

Because there were so many at first the King didn't notice. You see, this thief in the night was relentless, insidious, shrewd and brutal. He was sneaking into his chambers and in silence pinching the King's most cherished possessions, his memories.

One night the Queen heard a noise that startled her. She lit a match and held up the candle beside the bed. Land it up high she saw the thief?it was a raccoon! He had a barely bell in his hands. The light scared him and he scurried off with the bell.

The queen had long since assumed a little was wrong, now she knew. She gave it a name. That terrible raccoon. The King wasn't crazy and neither was she. Amazing especially was charming the King's most loved gifts.

The next day they put a lock on the chest. That would stop the thief. The raccoon was too crafty. He chosen the lock and kept stealing charms every night. The queen tried an alarm, a exceptional light, and guard dogs, nil worked. Each night the raccoon kept stealing the King's prizes. One day the box was empty! It was a sad day in the kingdom. The kids came and sat at the feet the of the King and Queen and cried.

There was nil to do.

All the memories were gone. The King had no more stories to tell. He was silent. He sat there with a far away look. That was how it was going to be. That is life when the box is empty.

After a time, when the pain of the empty box came a barely easier to accept, the Queen said to her children, go home, go all through your chests, your boxes of trinkets. Decide on the best ones. Each time you come to visit the King, bring a ornament and we shall put it in your father's box. We shall tell that story, and laugh, cry and enjoy it as a touch special. I will guard it.

I will keep a continual vigil. In this way, the raccoon can never take your stories. When we get at once we shall honor the King in this distinctive way.

So it was, once a week, the offspring would bring their offspring for a visit and drop a ornament in the box. This brought the brood as one in a way that never existed before.

The raccoon was very discontented about all this. He still tried to get in the castle, but the love of the children kept him on the outside, looking in. Even if he tried to keep stealing as thieves do, he never took an added trinket.

Love does that. It's not a bit even the smartest thief in the world can take. That was the message academic in the Kingdom.

The box was full until the day the King at last accepted away. When he did, he was surrounded by children, grandchildren, stories, gems and love.

Only one life that soon is past; only what's done with love will last.

To citizens all over the world, that ever suffered the terrible pain of trailing a loved one to Alzheimer's. I absorb your pain. The night I read this story to my youngest son Evan, we wept together, land each other tight. I pray knowledge one day finds a cure for this terrible disease. In the meantime, may this a small amount story bring you and your ancestors comfort. May it bring your category a hardly earlier together, as it has mine. Send this story to a big name you know that is suffering. Perchance it will heal the pain of loss for them or their family just a diminutive bit. Grief is a form of energy and must find a way out. My hope is you make the time to put some charms in your family's box. It won't feel quite so empty.

Mark Matteson

Ugly Dog Publishing - Copyright 2005
877. 672. 2001
mark@mattesonavenue. com
http://www. mattesonavenue. com


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