One of Bryan’s aunts has Alzheimer’s.
It’s a little hard for me to grasp still. Partly because we have lived in Denver for 15 years now, away from home, away from the family except for sometimes-yearly visits – so, to me, it’s almost like everyone is still exactly as I remember them when we left. Sometimes I snap to attention and realize that *I* am almost 40, which make my parent’s generation pushing 70. Certainly in Alzheimer’s range. It’s like when I read Fussy’s recent post about her mother – sometimes you just have those moments of mortality. You realize everything does not stay the same.
Bryan’s family had one of those moments with Aunt Anne this weekend.
She and Bryan’s uncle live in the suburbs, but decided to go to downtown Baltimore for a special shopping trip. And while at a very busy downtown market, he lost her. He turned his back for one moment, and she was gone. Just like we all imagine about our young children, except this was the grown women he had shared most of his adult life with, the one who he raised 4 kids with, the one who took care of his home for decades… but now the one who didn’t recognize her family at times, and simply wandered off into the crowd.
He looked for her frantically, called the police, they looked for her frantically, and finally – 6 hours later, they found her wandering alone on a bridge in downtown Baltimore. Shaken, scared, but unharmed.
Can you even imagine? Living your whole life, filled with memories of your family and loved ones, and then slowly, painfully, it’s all gone.
And you’re lost.
I started this blog because I began my life with memory problems. I have dissociation disorder due to trauma in my childhood, which means I started blocking the bad stuff and it seeped over into the good. I wanted to remember our lives, especially Declan’s, because everything seems so precious. It IS precious.
And I don’t want it lost.