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I<\/span> like to get out ahead of the curve.<\/p>\n I wrote this (happily fictional) first person account of facing Alzheimer’s not long after I turned 40. (I know. I know. Textbook stuff, huh?) Anyhow, a decade and change down the road the gaping maw of nescience doesn’t look any more appealing.<\/p>\n Yet, only a few years ago, I became reaquainted with an elderly man who had lived down the street from me as a toddler. He was in what turned out to be the final phase of his life. He’d been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few years before and as he explained, while he could easily remember the 50’s when we lived on the same block, he also realized he wouldn’t remember tomorrow<\/span> — or even in a few hours — that he’d talked to me today. Still, rather than bitter, angry and afraid, as I would be afraid of being, he was sunny and cheerful.<\/p>\n Sadly, the end of my own grandfather’s life was nowhere near as sunny. A man who had always prided himself on his intellect and his self-control was robbed, over time, of both. And the toll on my proud, strong grandmother was, in some ways, worse…<\/p>\n [New version coming soon<\/em>] someone was watching someone has fallen now I don’t know what’s become of me <\/span> toys sparkle in the sunshine whatever was just happening now I don’t know what’s become of me <\/span> I like to get out ahead of the curve. I wrote this (happily fictional) first person account of facing Alzheimer’s not long after I turned 40. (I know. I know. Textbook stuff, huh?) Anyhow, a decade and change down the road the gaping maw of nescience doesn’t look any more appealing. Yet, only a few […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,27],"tags":[138,137,140,142,141,139],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8452,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26\/revisions\/8452"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSomeone Was Watching<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI dont care what they saw
\nthis terrible truth is a
\nsecret all over the block<\/p>\n
\nsomeone can not get up
\nsomeone forgets what
\nsomeone was thinking of<\/p>\n
\nnow I don’t know what’s become of me <\/span><\/p>\n
\nsixty-five years ago
\nI reach out and touch them
\nbut it’s not like I dont know<\/p>\n
\nits all just like a dream
\nbut this time I cant wake up
\nthis time — I can’t even scream<\/p>\n
\n now I don’t know what’s become of me <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"