For those who live with dementia, I hear your words…
Thank you breeze for your softness…
Thank you sun for your warmth…
Thank you light for your vision…
Most of all, thank you for reminding me that I am still here because…I know you
No matter the depth of disconnect there’s a return when I feel your presence; a whisper speaks to my soul and I awaken to the familiar, transported to a time where we danced together and I marveled at the beauty and perfection of how everything fit. Now as I stumble in the dark with nameless faces and corridors of despair I hold tightly to that which brings me a sense of peace and the feeling that no matter the depth of loss, I am forever held by the elements which remind me that I once was and forever will be…