He didn’t know my name…
I guess I should have been prepared, but I wasn’t. I was the last one he’d remembered.
When he didn’t know anyone else, he would always call me by name.
But not today.
I tried to keep the conversation going; tried to talk of the past, tried to jog his memory, but nothing came.
I was a stranger, just visiting and providing a little company for a short time.
It’s heartbreaking…
When the ones you love, forget…
And they are still physically well…
But mentally somewhere far away.
I know that he still loves me; there is no question about that.
And because I love him, I will go visit every chance I have.
He doesn’t have to know who I am; I know him and being in his presence is enough for me.
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This is so heartbreaking to hear but So completely understand your situation. I went through that with my Grandfather’s and it was torchure. I lived For the moments we knew me and the many memories we shared together. Stay strong my friend you’ll be in my prayers
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Thank you, Elana.
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