He left the house to go for a walk
after he'd gone she asked me the question
I could see it in her eyes, she was lost
she asked me was it the same man as the other day?
I said, yes my darling
It's the same man as the other day
she then told me she was very confused
I asked her if she was frightened when she doesn't know him, she replied yes
I told her not to be frightened
I told her to ask him who he is when she doesn't know
she then replied, is it him? because he has the same wallet as the one the other day
I then replied softly
yes, it's him
the same one that's been beside you for sixty years
he's your husband.
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Dementia such a sad disease and robs one of the only treasure that is left in the end, one's memories. For some stuck in a happy place every stranger becomes their mother or father for some stuck in a sad place no one is recognized. God grant me death in the physical sense before mental death. Good write my friend
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