• allbymyself 10w

    I remember the time
    when you started to
    forget the little things
    like what day of the
    week it was, or whether
    there was food for lunch
    and that should have been
    my first warning sign
    because you had made
    a life out of recalling
    details and odds and ends
    but I thought it was
    nothing to worry about.

    I remember the time
    when you started to
    fall asleep in the middle
    of the day even though
    you had woken up rather
    late in the morning, you
    smiled and shrugged it
    off and said it was tiredness
    just one of those days
    and that should have been
    my second warning sign
    because you never liked
    to sleep in the afternoons
    but I thought it was
    nothing to worry about.

    Time pries away from
    us, both happy memories
    and sad ones, it is both
    a cursed reminder of a
    past we can no longer
    relive, and the promise
    of a future unburdened
    by guilt and regret that
    creeps up on our bones
    and makes a home that
    our willpower can't tear down.

    There wasn't a single
    moment where the clock
    ticked and I knew you
    were gone, because a
    part of you had left on
    the morning when you
    forgot the day of the week
    and wanted to sleep in
    the afternoon; disaster
    was a work in progress
    a silent, unseen enemy
    stealthily making its way
    to our door, until the day
    it crashed through the
    front porch with the
    brutal force of a hurricane.

    - Avitaj

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    Dementia taught me that all any of us really have is: today.

    - Leanne Chames, Memory People