Dementia

I have watched my father suffer Slowly forget everything, loose everything, I am told this can be hereditary I hope I don’t get what he has. I do not want to forget. I’ll write a journal Keep my thoughts on paper So if I forget, I can remind myself This is my first entry, today, I remember. Today I had trouble with a name I’m sure it is nothing I was never good at names The doctor says its stress, I’m sure he is right. Today I forgot a name I knew He was a friend, How could I forget that name, What was it? I think it is starting I reviewed my journal today I don’t want to forget. My son and I played a game today I thought this new game may help me It’s good to learn new things But he looked at me funny, He said I played it before I just don’t remember. My son said I should make an entry He said this is my journal I don’t remember any of this, Some of it sounds like me, in the beginning But I just don’t remember! This will be the last entry My father cannot use the journal He can’t remember how He is leaving for a hospital today His doctor says this could be hereditary, I hope I don’t get what he has! I have watched my father go down this path and heard that his four first cousins follow him. I see it coming for me. And when I look at my son, I shed a tear for his future too. I write this for everyone who has dealt with this, or taken care of a loved one with dementia.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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