I am, the keeper of dementia, everything that’s lost through dementia, I will be, keeping track of.
There’s those, already-bought packs of vegetables, fruits, meats, fishes that she’d gone to the marketplaces to get again and again, and, the memories that became, lost, like what day is it today? Or, who came to visit me today?
The keeper of dementia, I had become, I took care, of those, with dementia, and, as those diagnosed with dementia progressed, I’m, right beside them, as they started, having those, persecutory delusions that those anti-psychotics couldn’t even help. The demented only has me, to hold on to, as they get older, older, and older, and losing more and more, each, and every single day!
not my photo…
The keeper of dementia, it’s, too grueling, I mean, the patients, they don’t even get better, they just, get worse by the years, and, I’m left, with death, that finally came, to take away, all of those with dementia…
The keeper of dementia, a lot of us will become, as humans get older and older, we live longer and longer, and the assortment of illness that only “shows up” at old age will keep on, hitting us all, harder, and harder as the years pass by!
The keeper of dementia, we will eventually be, and, who knows, we may all need our separate keepers of dementia toward the end too, as dementia had slowly, become, the epidemic of old age in the 21st Century……………
accompanying by their side, is the most important thing in this stage of their lives now, not my photo…
Life, the Obstacle Course 