Even in the mid to late stages of #alzheimers my dad still carries around books 📚 magazines, or articles he wrote.
He was always studying, always working, reading, #writing
More than 40 years before he would be diagnosed with #alzheimersdisease in 1970 he wrote:
I walked across a memory, and fell into a forgotten place; it was a lapse in memory. I’ve hurt myself. As I climb to the edge of the cranial recall. 1
I’ve fallen into a memory lapse and I’ve forgotten how to get out. ↩︎”
memories #endalzheimers #endalz💜 #writer #writing #writingcommunity #clareifi #dad #dadstuff
Why Can't He Remember?
His words, a catalyst of creativity.
Why can’t he remember?
Once obsessed with mortality, fear of and then acceptance of death.
A combination of science and prose, a carefully crafted story emerges.
Always the protagonist, his characters enjoy life more than him now. They have the chance to grow, to be free, to live forever — like he wanted to.
The words stay the same, it’s the story that keeps changing.
His story will not be forgotten.
I miss you dad.
Perspectives of Anxiety
I can’t feel it
Where there was once hope
While there are moments of joy
Perspective is relative
Self awareness brings clarity
Live up to your responsibility
What example will you set?
While you sulk and cry and fret
If not for yourself
Live for those who love you
Anxiety runs high
They don’t need to see
It’s written on your face
You thought that you could hide
I can feel it
Where there was once darkness
While there are moments of sadness
Relatives are not perspective
Clarity Breeds self awareness
Responsibility is your life
Set the right example
Don’t sulk and cry or fret
It’s not about you
Love those who share your life
Calm your anxiety
Let them all see
The smile on your face
You wouldn’t dare to hide