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They were two. A happy couple. We knew them well. And loved them. Watched them dance. The two of them travelled the world,
did everything together. Very outgoing. Educated. Professional.
He - with various degrees. She - owner of various business.
Children - Many.
What happened? One day on a journey to a distant part of the
world, far from home, the plan - to visit their daughter now
married and living in a foreign land. Arriving there, the daughter
ran to greet her Mom and Dad. Her Dad hugged her and told her how proud he was of her. Her Mom was absolutely jealous.
She screamed and scolded her husband. Why did he travel so
far to visit this girl, this slut, this person. It was incredulous.
The words were impossible. But they were real. The situation
was unbearable. What was happening??She did not know her
own daughter...
It was Alzheimers. The first signs. Horrible. Insensitive.
What happened from there were various scenes of wife locking
husband out of the house. Husband eventually having to place
his wife, his love, his friend, his companion - into a place where
they care for such people.
Such people they call them. For God's sake, his wife. But there
she is, blocks from her home, in a new home, not speaking,
but walking, walking, walking. No cooking. No sewing. No
bills to pay...
And the husband. Lost. Alone. Crying on his pillow nightly
until the tears are finally lost with most of the memories.
And he still loves her. Always. Forever. A partner. His partner.
Once his first love. Still his first love. And his last love.
And we love them both. And shall always love them both. As
they are. In the darkness, In the light. In the sadness. Through
the years. So hard. But knowing that the man up above,
has a better understanding of these things, the mystery....
and just maybe science and faith combined might someday
ease the burden, change the shape of this mysterious illness.
But I do know one thing. During one visit - I played piano.
She smiled.