14 February 2013
That's the day you smiled at me, Knowingly, remembering That's the day you called my name, Touched my heart, hope gushed in That's the day tears trickled down Held my hand, promising That's the day you went back in Dementia sightings, clamouring That's the day your vacant grin Held my heart, shattering That's the day you told me, go Don't come back, stay away That's the day you knew too Time had neared, hurting That's the day you set me free Gave me life -gave back my dream. That's the day we said goodbye A secret promise, a blessing That's the day dementia died Took you softly, purposely...
~ Copyright Ozlem Yikici 14.02.2013
Remembering my gorgeous gran, who despite her progressing dementia seemed to know her time had come. She repeatedly shook her head to my question "Shall I come back? If you want me to come back and look after you, I will." I knew then she was saying goodbye to me then, her way to ease my pain. I know it sounds insane that someone with dementia could have such an understanding; but I intuitively believed she was communicating with me, she had a knowing look in her eye which reached into my soul. She once told me in a dream that she will die on a Friday, which she did and on the day of her passing I saw a dream about a funeral. I believe I received the signs & my gran knew all too well. She was my inspiration in life, I will not ever forget. My gorgeous gran, I love you.
Dementia Died • Opuss № I