Alzheimer’s Poem by Florida Angel

The Worse Death, the death of Love,
When someone you’ve always loved
Is by your side with you, but deep inside so lost.

You can see, you can feel through the eyes,
Through the soul, that the person you’ve always loved is there,
But doesn’t remember you.

As a little girl I always worried about a day,
that my grandmother would die.
Afraid I would always ask her to promise never forget me.

She promised, so many times, and she tried hard, even faking it,
Pretending that she did remember who I was.
But I could see, I could feel, and it was the worse death.

What is it about love? Do we love the other person above and beyond anything?
Do we love the love the other person has for us? Or do we love our memories?
She was completely lost, still trying to pretend not to be.

I wanted so much to stay with her, to have her with me,
but seeing her that way, was killing me. It was like faking love,
faking life, faking family.

She is still alive, my love for her too, her memories have died, and her soul is transient now. If I could do anything to cure her…But I can’t…What to do then?
Fight remembering or release accepting?

She is still alive…
Death of memory…
Unilateral death of Love…

(To my Grandmother who I miss so much – My always Voica LOVE, LOVE, LOVE)