In my dream I held her.
She was tiny, crazed with rage.
She beat her little fists against my words,
as if brute force could keep the nothingness away.
I was sad but I told her it was ok, that all would be well.
I said I would take care of it and of her…
But I lied.
I couldn’t.
I was just her friend with no power to stop her disease.
I felt guilty.
But there soon came a time when it really didn’t matter anymore.
She didn’t remember me.
I don’t remember her being so small…
It must have happened when I wasn’t looking.
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So stirring to the soul.
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Thank you… dementia in a close friend or loved one is so very hard to watch… feel so helpless…
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I can only imagine, but you perfectly captured the essence of hopelessness, helplessness, fear, and the ultimate reluctant acceptance.
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Thank you for reading and commenting… hope all is well with you?
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You’re welcome. All is as good as can be expected, I guess. 😊
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All too often we are left helpless when dealing with the end of life of our friends.
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very true and heartbreaking…
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