I remembered his paintings, those strokes of pastel that sparkled even in the dark. I remembered his guitar, which he puts them on his rather rigid thighs as he strums the strings with gentle touches as if it was his first love. I remembered his shoes, he had a hill of them, I suppose his taste in those models are rather constant. I remembered his voice - an angelic voice –the low rumble of his voice that embraces comfort from within. I remembered his moon crescent-like eyes, which smiles on its own, I must admit it was very charismatic. I remembered his laughter, our laughter, when he watched us dance as he giggles charmingly.
However, I remembered his downfall. A “tragic” downfall. His muscles forgot how to operate, twitching from time …show more content…
One… Two... till five. He said that every single day, for five days. Still, he forgot.
For this soul this natured and modest, he teared, out raged, and screamed for six weeks. “Who are you?”
Seven years. In fact, it was his very first words for I can remember.
Our laughter, our stories, our memories collapsed. Dementia had it taken away from us. His word strung like how wires were tangled. His thoughts featured foreign movies with missing subtitles, I guess he must had forgotten to type them in.
The gate was closed, securely locked. The key. He had it but he forgot where he kept them, he forgot how it looked like, he forgot how to unlock the gate. I remembered he never lost a single game, I am sure up to this current moment, he is still searching for it.
8 years of torture yet stuck in the unescapable downward spiral. It is fine. Even if dementia decides to take away his yesterdays, his todays and tomorrows stays untouched. Even he forgets his trip, at least a beam of warm, focused ray of light shone on him at that moment and every moment, that was what matters.
I never told him, I forgot to. Just because it was too late, I will tell him every day from now on, “I love you” How I wished that he could hear that when he could still
However, I remembered his downfall. A “tragic” downfall. His muscles forgot how to operate, twitching from time …show more content…
One… Two... till five. He said that every single day, for five days. Still, he forgot.
For this soul this natured and modest, he teared, out raged, and screamed for six weeks. “Who are you?”
Seven years. In fact, it was his very first words for I can remember.
Our laughter, our stories, our memories collapsed. Dementia had it taken away from us. His word strung like how wires were tangled. His thoughts featured foreign movies with missing subtitles, I guess he must had forgotten to type them in.
The gate was closed, securely locked. The key. He had it but he forgot where he kept them, he forgot how it looked like, he forgot how to unlock the gate. I remembered he never lost a single game, I am sure up to this current moment, he is still searching for it.
8 years of torture yet stuck in the unescapable downward spiral. It is fine. Even if dementia decides to take away his yesterdays, his todays and tomorrows stays untouched. Even he forgets his trip, at least a beam of warm, focused ray of light shone on him at that moment and every moment, that was what matters.
I never told him, I forgot to. Just because it was too late, I will tell him every day from now on, “I love you” How I wished that he could hear that when he could still