I wish I'd stop holding on to every little
piece of us.
I wish I'd stop making him a Saint.
I wish I'd gone on the doctor's trip to Vietnam with him.
I wish his Silences wouldn't have bothered me.
Once, before Aphasia ruined his speech,
he said he was glad for all of it,
that I kept him on his toes,
really.
I wish Alzheimer's would just go away.
But then he wouldn't be here
and he's still him,
really.
Last Wish List for awhile...
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On silence: Here's what Charles Simic says in his lovely little book, Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell, New York Review of Books, 1992
"Silence is that vast, cosmic church [shul?]in which we always stand alone. Silence is the only language God speaks."
(p.57)
Take it or leave it, I guess.
Thank you for expressing what I'm sure all of us who have LOs with Alz think. I'd give anything to have Mom back as her old self too.
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