It is the in between that scares, both. Being fully aware and fully gone are the easy parts, for one while it tears the heart out of the fully aware, remaining.
It IS one of your finest poems, Sereni. Just read it again. How well you described this terrible disease; how we see those we love slipping in and out, in and out...and then away:( Wonderful, gut-wrenching writing.
You've made my day, and thank you for reading my simple poem.
I sometimes wonder when I look back on something I've written, and ask if something was happening at that time or if they were memories spilling out for me to capture.
I use to take care of the elderly and to see them slip away into this void was hard to deal with. I'm sure at sometime we will all have to deal with this unfortunate side of life. I wrote how sad it... Show more
Wow... Simply wow. I can't imagine what it must be like to forget who I am. I ask the question, "Would life be worth living anymore?" I still don't know the answer. It's sad that some of our best works get pushed back simply because they aren't recent. This is a beautiful piece of art.
I wrote that right after reading it, with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. The inbetween where the patient knows something is wrong, and fear grows on them is disturbing to the caregiver too. When the patient is fully cognizant they have no worries, nor when they are... Show more
I wrote that right after reading it, with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. The inbetween where the patient knows something is wrong, and fear grows on them is disturbing to the caregiver too. When the patient is fully cognizant they have no worries, nor when they are fully gone into dementia there is no worry, but when the dementia has them in their grip, it is heartbreaking to the caregiver.