Even though the picture is in black and white, I see how beautiful and vibrant she was, her youth and exuberance exuding life as she tosses her rose bouquet in the air, her vivacity captured for eternity in a single photograph. Throughout his adult life, he served actively in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, holding many callings. I glance at the picture of her and Dad on their wedding day framed on the wall. But she’s not flirtatious or young anymore, she’s frail and old and death is edging closer. The frustration inside me is mingled with sadness and defeat as I watch her sweep a loose strand of her hair over her ear like a flirtatious young woman. I know the illness is draining her, eating away at her body and mind, and there’s nothing she or I can do about it. Lately, her lines look deeper, her complexion greyer. It’s becoming tougher to deal with it all, especially when I’m tired.īut Mum is tired too. And now there’s the confusion between fantasy and reality. Day in, day out, it’s the same old stories and maths challenges. Now part of my short story collection, A Modern Life, available on Amazon. If only the Alzheimer’s wasn’t so frustrating, so bloody exhausting.
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