Thoughts written by our granddaughter one afternoon while she sat w/her Grandpa and gave me respite.
Shadow Man I am a murky shadow of the man I used to be. I do the shadows of the things I used to do While recalling murky shadows of the things I used to see. Some witch's spell has wasted all my mind and memory; Now I'm haunted by confusion and a sense of dimming light Knowing once I was a man, a man still strong and free. I am troubled by the murmurs of all memory turned to dust Knowing things I used to know, not knowing what they were. How can I search for answers when it’s the questions that I've lost? Now I'm waiting for the ending when the shadows shroud the pain. I am a Shadow Man Dementia is my Name.
How old is your grandaughter? That is an awful lot of insight for a young person. Amazing. This is NOT "off topic". I took that part out of the discussion title.