{"author":"Rebecca Rijsdijk","author_id":"Rebecca+Rijsdijk","total_quotes":2,"quotes":[{"text":"And sometimeswhen she does remember,she calls me her little angeland she knows where she isand everything is all rightfor a second or a minuteand then we cry;she for the life that she lostI for the woman I only know about through the stories of her children.","author":"Rebecca Rijsdijk","tags":["alzheimers","carer","dementia","grief-and-loss","loss"],"id":10595,"author_id":"Rebecca+Rijsdijk"},{"text":"She rode toward the sunsetin her fathers worn down car.A breeze picked up strands of her hairthrough the open windowwhile a cigarette burned between her lips.He told her stories of honey and milkas he replaced the grass with mud.","author":"Rebecca Rijsdijk","tags":["life","love","sadness"],"id":12669,"author_id":"Rebecca+Rijsdijk"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":2,"pages":1}}