A journey of grief and loss

Shattered Seeing you lying there Through a tiny window Covered in a pure white shroud Wishing, hoping, praying That it was not really you. Wanting to be close To kiss your lips To hold you in my arms And feel your warmth again Why did you choose to die? To scream, to yell, to cry…

Forrest Gump and dementia

Life became more difficult when I was diagnosed with dementia, and it was a very unwelcome visitor. Back then, the tears were often, sometimes almost nonstop for days on end, and the fear of what was ahead was overwhelming. Sometimes the frustration was so great I would scream and kick my way around the day,…