A Memory Like A Sponge Dipped In Water Colours

 Accepting the truth is needed. Only then can you awaken to the new possibilities.

The life And Times Of Brian Waddington

A Memory Like A Sponge Dipped In Water Colours

This morning as I brushed my hair after my shower I  thought of someone. I couldn't decide if they were alive or dead. Asked M'Lady and she told me that she was dead. About two years dead. I took her word for it. 

Dementia has changed my memory into a true likeness of today's image. Nothing really sharp. Everything a touch grainy. Lots of nooks and crannies to hide things in. Slippery slopes galore. Nothing to hang on to.  

And there's nothing I can do about it!

I've quit getting angry over the decline.

I still cry over it. 

There are ways to compensate. 

I can find lots of interesting and challenging paths to walk along. 

All I have to do to have a full and rich life is to accept the dementia, as I accepted the M.S.. 

One day the Dementia will win. But not yesterday, nor today and hopefully not tomorrow. After tomorrow? I neither know nor care. It will be what it will be.

Brian