In his former life DH was a creative director at a NYC ad agency and a writer having had some poetry published. He is in late stage 6-7 now having been in a facility since April '09. I finally had the courage to go through some of the contents of his desk and I found this poem he had written I am guessing about 8 years ago when he was in the early stage of Alz. I thought I'd share it as it painfully but also humorously shows the awareness that something was wrong:
Often I Think
Often I think that I think I’m thinking but nothing is going on. Where goes my mind? Where are my brains? Could both of them really be gone? Where are the priests? Where are the rabbis? Can some heavenly force be engaged? Or some judge declare my condition unfair and legality brought into play. Or maybe I’ll sit like a dimwitted twit till the problem just goes away
A poem by Jerry H. in the early stages of Alzheimer's Disease
I think it's elegant . I'm going to copy it and share it with friends. It captures the tragedy with ironically good humor! How good of you to share it!
I cringe just thinking about how aware our loved ones are/were about their fate. How frightening it must be for them *tears* The poem was beautiful, thank you for sharing it with us Maggie. So good to hear from you ♥
Beautiful poem. I was asked many times if my dh "knew". I always thought he "knew" what a person with dementia knew. Now I wonder how much he did know. Thanks for sharing this.