Elements of the Familiar

For those who live with dementia, I hear your words…

 

Thank you breeze for your softness…

Thank you sun for your warmth…

Thank you light for your vision…

Most of all, thank you for reminding me that I am still here because…I know you

 

No matter the depth of disconnect there’s a return when I feel your presence; a whisper speaks to my soul and I awaken to the familiar, transported to a time where we danced together and I marveled at the beauty and perfection of how everything fit. Now as I stumble in the dark with nameless faces and corridors of despair I hold tightly to that which brings me a sense of peace and the feeling that no matter the depth of loss, I am forever held by the elements which remind me that I once was and forever will be…

 

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