Alzheimer's - 13 June 2013

The worst part about getting older isn’t the wrinkles

Or the sagging skin

Or the creaky knees

Or the funny old people smell.

And if I learned one thing,

It's that watching those you love slowly disintegrate

In front of your very eyes

Kills you so much faster than time itself does.

He's dying one memory at a time.

And I’m terrified for the moment when my face

Isn’t one he recognizes anymore.

The worst part about getting older is knowing that my worst fear is inevitable. 

You Can't Name All The Ways In Which You Love Her

You can’t name all the ways in which you love her:

You love her slow when she just rolls out of bed

You love her fast just like her road rage on the interstate

You love her red like her face when she yells all angry

You love her blue when she’s snotty and crying into the covers of your bed

You love her cold because it means her God awful sweaters

You love her hot like the tea she drinks every morning

You love her silly in every picture she takes

You love her serious, bent over textbooks and full of concentration

You love her faraway, lost somewhere in her head

You love her close because it means she’s yours
You just love her all the time.