“Listen, whatever you see and love—
that’s where you are.”
Mary Oliver, September 1935 – January 2019
I have written before on the subject of Alzheimer’s, the Deadly disease. Many of us have suffered with our parents, mother or father, as they struggle through this journey. We have watched them change from the lively, spirited, strong people they once were to this shell of themselves, trying to make sense of who and where they are.
I wrote about a few days in April 2016 when, following a major misadventure, for a few days I didn’t know who or where I was. I mistook my son for a doctor and didn’t recognise my grandsons. But luckily for me, it was only a few days. For that short time, I could bond with my fictional character Jane and those people who are living with this full time.
One such person, and someone I have written about before, is Wendy Mitchell. Wendy says “On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young onset dementia. I may not have much of a short-term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget.” Wendy was only 62 with a busy full life ahead of her. Please go over to her site to read more about this fantastic woman.
She is living with dementia every day of her life, and is filling it with activity not only to help herself but to help others too. She is active on various organisations, has written a book and writes a blog post daily.
In today’s post she writes about Tove a woman in Finland from whom she received “the most wonderful email”. Tove had read Wendy’s book “Somebody I Used to Know” and felt moved to write to her,
Tove’s mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s at 56 and sadly died at 64. But she was a poet and before that ability was taken from her, she wrote several poems. With Wendy’s approval and I trust Tove’s as well, I am sharing two of the poems with you.
Let me stay
I’m perhaps already gone
like a mountain