Be more like your sibling!
Be more like him or her!
Don’t say that darling!
Realize your message sir!
You aren’t good enough!
You don’t matter!
Why not say “Do your best. Be your best self” ?
Why not say that?
Hmm!
Be more like your sibling!
Be more like him or her!
Don’t say that darling!
Realize your message sir!
You aren’t good enough!
You don’t matter!
Why not say “Do your best. Be your best self” ?
Why not say that?
Hmm!
Unable to copy that stupid clock
I become more confused
My memories are a jigsaw puzzle I can’t seem to put together
One piece in hand yet it doesn’t fit the other I placed down
It’s like my thoughts wander about like my body does in the darkness of night.
I walk about and don’t know where I am when I stop.
I don’t recall where I was and worse where I’m going
My reflection shows an old wrinkled man I don’t recognize.
Could it be my father? A stranger perhaps?
I am a young boy so I don’t quite know
Can you let me know? Please. I beg of you.
I didn’t write anything down but instead I fell down
So many wrongs I shall never right because …
What was I going to say?
My thoughts are like a scrabble game
So many letters but I can’t come up with a single word
The Z is worth ten points
What was my point?
I didn’t write anything down and I don’t remember
It’s September and it’s Spring I guess
I’m in late winter and May I use the bathroom
I must tell my father to get out of the bathroom. He is there looking old and wrinkled in the mirror.
I feel alone and I can smell the scent of the Forget Me Nots
I just want to Me Not Forget
No regrets! Who are you again?
Dementia is difficult to witness as a physician but even more so when it’s your loved one. A lot of patience is required. Don’t get frustrated but breathe. The moments of lucidity even if few are all worth it. With much love and hugs from Brooklyn.
Guady G
Sad is the day when you realize that many want to welcome you into the world but very few want to hold your hand as you leave it. No one should have to die alone! As a physician I can’t begin to tell you how many hands I have held.
Some patients had no one but many had family that couldn’t be bothered. Why? It breaks my heart that the end of life can be like this for so many.
If anyone has a clue please do tell me. I have a story I will post soon about my patient.
Sending you love from Brooklyn. Guady G
While on the bus I was filled with thoughts of us
I’m not sure if you are still someone I can trust
I keep thinking that leaving you is a must
But I’m not leaving because this is my house
So you gotta go you pathetic uncaring louse
Don’t even try to say it wasn’t your fault
Shut up because you were caught
Don’t come back and harass me anymore
Leave I said let me show you the door.
Hugs from Brooklyn Guady G
To age is a blessing
To age alone is not
You were kind to others and they forgot
You wonder what the F was missing but then you remember. . .
Once upon a time you were a famous movie star
Now that you are older no one knows who you are
You had so many fans but not one close friend
Now you are alone when it is almost the end
You ignored your family and your
close friends
You only wanted the limelight and the company of fake friends
You walked the red carpet and never took your mother or father
Instead you took some glamorous other
You attended luxurious events but never with those that helped you to rise
Today you are in hospice waiting for your demise
I guess the lesson here is to appreciate how you came to be
Never forgetting family, friends and sincerity
Fame, fortune and being in the limelight
Is worth nothing if you must walk sad and alone into the night.
With all my love Guady G