(At WordPress, a daily topic is posted. One day last week, this was it: “What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it.”)
Coincidentally, I had taken this picture the same day. It’s dark and shadowed, but the story it tells is a reflection of Bo’s day.
He had his breakfast, followed by a nap. Then he walked into the family room, lost and sad. “What am I to do?” he asked, as he sat in one chair and leaned his head on the back of another. A picture so poignant …. my heart broke.
The most active person I’ve ever known doesn’t have the energy, the strength, … the ability to do anything. He doesn’t understand most things, but I think he does understand that he’s lost in a world that makes no sense.
He has been crying every couple of days, and when asked what’s the matter, he always says, “I don’t know.”
And so Alzheimer’s holds him prisoner as he eats better, gets up earlier, and seems stronger while the cells in his brain are erased and his mind fails him.