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Loading …This was written for the book ‘Against the Clock’. Against the Clock is a collection of stories and poems, on behalf of The Alzheimer’s Society - the contents of the book were written in at 12-hour writing marathon and from that marathon a collection of poems and stories have been put into a book and dedicated to all those lost to, or suffering from, Alzheimer’s Disease and other forms of dementia.
My Grandfather died of Alzheimer’s so this is rather close to home.
This is dedicated to and inspired by my Grandfather… Alzheimer’s is a cruel and evil disease. 
Left to pick up the Pieces
Lowered into the ground,
left to rest in peace,
forget the troubling
past years,
moving on, leaving us
behind.
Slowly we walk away,
back to the cottage,
we look and stare at
the reminders of everything
you left behind.
It looks just like you left to go shopping,
instead we know you won’t
return to create more mess,
we are left alone,
left to pick up the pieces.
You were different,
forgetting silly little things
and then it got bad and
you began to
forget me.
And I miss you
and everything I could
have had,
I miss what could have been
and I’m left sitting here
looking at my surroundings
wondering how God
could bestow such
sorrow upon us.
zee left a note on Wednesday, December 19th, 2007
You were different,
forgetting silly little things
and then it got bad and
you began to
forget me.
it’s so touching.. you’re really good.
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