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Friday, November 12, 2010

Loving Charlie

Witnessing Alzheimer's.

1935-2011

Brother.  Dad.  MARINE! 
So in love with Pat and kids.
His synapses fried.

He’s not the same man.
He once had his wants…his dreams.
Now, just a “punk face.”

“They’re coming today.”
Who?  “I can’t tell you their names,
But they’re my buddies.”

“Look at all the coats!
This one has keys.  They’re MINE.
I need them….MOMMY!”

“She is my daughter.
That girl.  The pretty one there.
Not her, she’s too old”

“I know who you are.
Let me think about it, please!
I sometimes forget.”

“Ugly!  I’ll get you!
I never told you to come.
I don’t want you here.”

“I have to go now.
My mommy wants me at home.
Can’t I just walk there?”

Where’s Charlie now?
So frustrated, without speech.
“God, HELP ME,” he cried.



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