Watching my mother and aunt suffer from Alzheimer’s, I cannot but imagine that this cruel disease may at some point be in my own future. While the thought brings tears to my eyes, those tears are not for me. But rather they are for you. For my children, my family, and my friends who may be forced to watch helplessly, as I watch now. I pray to God that it doesn’t happen, but the truth is that loss comes to all of us in one way or another. Whether it be the loss of memory or life, it will most certainly happen. Tears are not for those who move on, they are for those who are left behind.
I do not wish to become a burden and I cry for you if that is what I have become. I do not wish to bring you sorrow, so do not cry for me, as I will have already moved on. Instead remember my life for me when I no longer can and instead of mourning, celebrate who I once was.
http://www.theresadodaro.com Author of The Tin Box Trilogy