As a child, I wondered less about what it would be like to be older. Today, I wonder no more. It is everything but a wonder. It is a fear..to think about finding myself grey haired and not yet lived my life..the way I wanted.
Come to think of it, I feel proud and content to be in my shoes. The most valuable treasures in life are mine today – experiences. A kaleidoscope of life. As you turn it around, there’s always a new blend of colors, a new design manifesting itself from the next corner. The grey shades in the last corner is swept over by new colors.
I see grandma skittering around like a child. I see the cycle of life completing its course around her. The heart of an 8 year old is back in an 80 year old. To all around me, she is a sight of pity. The way I look at it, its everything but pathetic. There is a world that she has created for herself and she is content in. That is her world and she wouldn’t come out of it for anyone.
God just blessed her with a gift of ignorance and named it Alzheimers.
2 comments:
I wouldn't pity a person with Alzheimers since grandpa went through it for 6 years..but then in the beginning i used to miss being able to talk to him like i used to..he would just look at me and go on about something else..but there was an instance when i was leaving home-he looked at me as though he did remember me and gave me a kiss on my cheek-something he hadn't done for years..
even in their blissful ignorance, the world as we see it exists at some level..
They need our attention
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