Tending to my Alzheimer-riddled friend Ron. He’s 85. Older
than me. Far worse off than me. I take Ron for walks. I have him under control.
Most of the time. Not always. I have to
maneuver. I’ve learned the tricks. Ways
to relax Ron. To put him at ease. To divert him. From bad decisions. To good
decisions. Yes, I enter his world. And
it makes me wonder. Would Ron prefer to live. Or to die. Wonder. Wonder. What if Ron could truly grasp
his current condition? If the clock could be turned back. Twenty years. So Ron
could be allowed to see into his future. To see what he’d be like. Now. In
2014. I suspect. He’d say. Life was a good ride. But it’s already beyond the time.
To end it all. –Jim Broede
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