Tag: alzheimer’s

Anger

I hear her moving upstairs. At first I thought I caught her in time, but as I could tell by the sound of the floorboards she had probably been up longer than I realized. It was worse than I was expecting—the…

Eyes

— Ian Sherr — Her eyes are terrified; she doesn’t know where she is or what’s going on. But at the same time, they’re empty, like there’s nothing behind them anymore. They’re just there. That’s the only way I can…