An Ode to Alzheimer’s

She may not know us.

But we know her well.

She’s or our daughter or mother or our grandmother or sister or our Aunt.

As we slip ever so slowly from her memories, we continue to make more with her.

We relish the moments of clarity.

Knowing full well she’ll forget us again.

How to have a conversation?

How to comfort her?

How to comfort ourself?

Find a cure! What has slipped away cannot ever be know again!

It was valued and valuable.

She is valued and valuable.

Today she’s doesn’t know my name!

Because she is slipping away too.