I woke uncertain as to where I was. The sky was brightly lit with the rising of the days sun. There was not a cloud in the sky. I heard a bird chirping, but couldn’t tell you what breed it was nor could I see it. Despite the warmth of the sun’s rays upon my cheek, there was quite a chill nestled in the small of my back and the nape of my neck. I felt perplexed without explanation. Oddly enough, I couldn’t even begin to tell you where I found myself to be. Nor could I tell you my name or the date and the time. Worse than all of this, I was now blankly staring in the faces of my husband, and our six children. I can honestly tell you that I don’t know them from adam. Do you think they can tell that I may be lost to them forever? I don’t know if I have the right to be mad as things may get better or at the very least I may not remember who I am. I’m most afraid of stepping out my front door and never finding my way home again. What if my family never finds me? I may be found decades later when the earth is erected to lay down the foundation for a new home. My skeleton lays quietly as if awaiting a companion or retrieval. Alive or at rest my disease remains.
Who Am I: Alzheimer’s is my name©
Copyright 2018
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 