Alzheimer's Monologue

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I don 't know if you have ever been close to an Alzheimer 's patient but it 's confusing. It 's scary. It 's sad. It 's a slow, painful way to leave for everyone involved. You say goodbye long before the body leaves and your new normal becomes seeing someone you love look at your face with a certain empty look that 's hard to explain. There 's no longer the fire and life in their eyes that you once used to see. There is however, moments of clarity. In the midst of the confusion, you see a small light in their eyes for a few minutes. They remember you. They love you. You get them back for that few minutes. It all too soon silently slips away and the light disappears followed by the question "Who are you?". You smile back and explain and every …show more content…

The second hardest thing I 've ever had to do was sing the words I used to sing to her 10 minutes after she went to her forever home. "Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan and what did I see coming for to carry me home. A band of angels coming after me, coming for to carry me home". I lost a piece of me that day and I haven 't been the same since. I stopped writing, I stopped loving music, and I stopped having a reason to wake up in the morning, and the worst of all, I stopped seeking Jesus. We were still friends but it was more of Him reaching out for me and me saying "Sorry I 'm busy" Sorry I 'm busy grieving. Sorry I 'm busy being sick. Sorry I 'm being busy living life without You. The funny thing is that I wasn 't really living life at all. I was surviving. I promise surviving and living aren 't the same thing and one is detrimental to your …show more content…

Well I figured out Jesus is my moment of clarity. He 's the moment of clarity I dwell on. I still fight off bad days and angry thoughts but I have moments of clarity and that 's a start. I 've discovered that for me personally, my artistry and faith are one in the same. I used to fear my passions and where they might lead me but my grandmother once told me that I wasn 't allowed to let fear keep me from doing what I was supposed to be doing. That rings through my head every day. The presence of fear and lack of faith causes my art and passion to suffer. So I declare that I cling to my clarity and I will continue to cling to my clarity because sometimes I feel like an Alzheimer 's patient. I get confused and I stutter and I forget who and what I love. Luckily, I have people to remind me and take care of me and for that I am forever thankful. Thank you to the people that loved me and continue to love me through this. Thank you for believing in me when I didn 't believe in myself. Thank you for being part of my clarity and may the road rise to meet

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