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Bruce Springsteen shared today that his mother, Adele, had passed away yesterday. Adele was a fixture at her son’s shows, and would often be seen on stage dancing with him. In 2021, he shared that Adele had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s 10 years earlier, and that while the disease...

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Sharon Johnson🌻🌻🌻2 年前

@jaketapper @springsteen Thank you so much for sharing this. My Mom passed of Alzheimer's disease in December - such a cruel disease and I am grateful my Mom is now restored to the loving, happy, social butterfly that she was in life before Alzheimer's.

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Stacy 🪷✨2 年前

@springsteen Lovely 😢. Sincere condolences 💐. My beloved grandmother had severe dementia, but even at 93, when I played recordings her 2nd husband had made decades earlier of them singing together, she’d light up and sing along. It still makes me cry. Miss you my beautiful Grandma. xx

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Marilyn Jackson2 年前

@ParkerKrex @springsteen This is awesome. My brother died of Alzheimer’s. One of my last, best memories is of dancing with him at a party at his Daycare. 😍🙏

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PhillyV2 年前

@jaketapper @springsteen Beautiful video, beautiful tribute, beautiful mother & son, beautiful memories. May Adele rest in peace, & may the memories give Bruce peace. Love & prayers to all who love Adele. ❤️🙏

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Beth2 年前

@jaketapper @springsteen You could tell where Bruce got his rhythm from- his mom! She could dance!

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Yoli B Like Arya2 年前

@springsteen My Mom has been gone for 22 years but in truth, she was long gone before she left this earth. May a cure be found soon.

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Robert "Willie" Mays2 年前

@jaketapper @springsteen Godspeed to the Bossest Mom.

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Danny "Dimples" Gautama2 年前

@springsteen Mothers are the epitome of Godsend. The most loving and unconditional.

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Jan 🪷2 年前

@david_darmofal @springsteen RIP Adele.

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Beth Hill-Skinner2 年前

@springsteen So fabulous to see that even as her cognitive skills, PFC thinking brain failed, the music and body movement remained. And brought her joy. It’s profound to see the dancing fill her will life. Bruce was lucky to have a wonderful mother. RIP 🙏🏼

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