alzheimer’s disease leaves back nothing but emptiness. i get to witness it every day, i can hear his screaming, the battling, the inner war that only knows victims. it leaves back empty houses, torn families but no memories. it takes what we all are made of in some way or another – the memories in the notebook of our mind. there’s no ,back then’ only a ,here and now’. i know i probably have faded from his memory a long time ago, the emptiness in his eyes tells me. i say hello and we pass. but as we all will fade into the memories of those we loved and were loved by, this is probably one of the most tragic ways.
i believe.