My Dementia Diary 97 – My Daily Lama

she smiles
they laugh
and lives are lighter

I follow in her footsteps

Maria
my wife
the Child Buddha

my daily lama

her memory is the light
guiding me forward

tio stib
2017, 2020

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My Dementia Diary 95 – Returnings

“Where’s your wife?”

The grocery clerks, the drug store help, coffee shop baristas, deli servers, librarians, they all ask the same question. When I return now, alone, to the places we frequented together, they all expect to see the blind guy and his ever cheerful wife. 

But she’s not there, so they ask,

“Where’s your wife?”

And I try to answer, tear up, reach out to hold her hand that isn’t there, start crying, because I’m asking the same question,

Where’s my wife?

tio stib

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My Dementia Diary 93 – A Trail of Hearts

Sorting through her things, my fingers find a shape I know.

a paper heart

A message from a far off place

I love you!

and there are more

she has left me a trail of hearts

with each new discovery
I hold her close
press her memory to my chest

and cry

because paper hearts are not enough

tio stib

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My Dementia Diary 92 – A Tidal Wave of Grief

Suddenly
in the smothering silence of her loss
I am smashed into sobbing oblivion
by a tidal wave of grief

where once there were words of joy
sounds of love
the constant patterings of a life truly shared
there is only emptiness

a vast void

a black hole sucking my broken heart into nothingness

drowning in tears
I am swept away
by a river of silence

yet, gasping in eternal loneliness
I hear faint echoes

I love you

I love you

I love you…

tio stib

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My Dementia Diary 91 – The Last Rose

tenderly
I placed it in her hand
the last rose
the last flower
from the summer garden of our life

she touches the petals to her lips

smiles

and they drive her away

disappear

and she’s gone

oh, how my heart aches for one more kiss
to touch her forehead to my lips
to slowly breathe in the woman
the rose that captivates my soul

but the road is empty now
I’m left alone

wandering a winter garden of memories

tio stib

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