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Alzheimers had not arrived with the air of an unexpected guest. Guests were friends or acquaintances somewhere along the line. And this disease had never been one of those. And deep down – it was never unexpected.
He hadn't spoken a word until they passed the electronics aisle in the supermarket. They had their arms linked as they pushed the trolley between them and she felt a gentle tug as he slowed to a halt. He muttered something and she gently persuaded him to speak up.
'Convection...microwave.....' He mused in barely more than a whisper. Then he turned watery blue eyes on her, imploringly.
'I used to know what those words meant.' He explained helplessly. Her voice tripped on something and in the end she swallowed the words of comfort back down and patted his arm.
'We all forget things.'
He smiled vaguely at her, 'You all remember them eventually though.'
He hadn't spoken a word until they passed the electronics aisle in the supermarket. They had their arms linked as they pushed the trolley between them and she felt a gentle tug as he slowed to a halt. He muttered something and she gently persuaded him to speak up.
'Convection...microwave.....' He mused in barely more than a whisper. Then he turned watery blue eyes on her, imploringly.
'I used to know what those words meant.' He explained helplessly. Her voice tripped on something and in the end she swallowed the words of comfort back down and patted his arm.
'We all forget things.'
He smiled vaguely at her, 'You all remember them eventually though.'
Literature
Dedication
I am the night-guiding constellation
Fixing myself in your sky of lost dreams
(Aligning the soft stars so we can meet).
I am the sanguinely zealous pilgrim
Traveling far to dedicate my heart
To everything that makes you who you are.
I am the dam built to hold your waters,
Keeping the proud flood-gates closed 'til your eyes
Are ready to free all the fears inside.
I am the extinct passionate poet
Expressing my soul's keen intent to you
With wise words that heal 'cause of love so true.
I am the unbreakable general
Standing so still and strong on the front-lines;
I'll defend your heart 'til the end of time.
Daniel Haigh
Started: 1
Literature
Four years.
I was nine when they left me, when my best friend became my father, when the cancer got bad and I had to learn how to cook and clean and tuck myself into bed at night.
I was nine when my mother quit her job, and began spending every hour she had in the hospital, when my father began breaking promises and changing rules and getting lost on the highway because the hospital was the only place he knew.
I was nine when I understood what it meant to grow up too quickly, when they pulled me out of my classroom to tell me she was dying, when I realized that losing my sister would end more lives than one.
I was thirteen when they decided they could
Literature
Spasm
Two paper hands
held together
with glue and wooden bones.
meant to be.
Instead of capturing
my heart, you captured
my lungs
and every stuttered breath
along with it.
You didn't have
to knock my head off
it contorted and
fell off on its own.
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This happened a while ago - it's not fiction. And it really hurt.
This happened a while ago - it's not fiction. And it really hurt.
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I've never experienced anyone in my family having Alzheimer's, but even the thought of someday having it terrifies me to no end.