I know he knows ---
sometimes.
Nothing more to us but details now.
Besides, what's life without
trips to the market,
the price of potatoes,
a good parking spot?
Little things matter, and help
in a shattered disoriented life.
Classical music envelopes me,
moments of complete bliss,
soothing at the end of day.
A wild, angry cry penetrates
my peaceful refuge.
Slowly he loses his mind
and knows it.
Marjon van Bruggen
March 2015
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Author Notes
The first signs that Carlo was suffering from Alzheimer were more a disturbance in my life. Strangers or even friends that came to visit us sometimes didn't even notice. There were sudden changes of his mood, but mostly evident when we were alone. I think that there were many times in the beginning, that he knew what was happening to him. He then got sad or angry, more to himself than to me, but it broke my heart.
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