Who are you?
They say I look like you, that I sound like you, I remind everyone of you. But you forgot who I was. I looked at you in the eye, at my sister's sixth birthday, you looked back at me with a confused face, your eyes grew old, sad and frustrated. You wanted to remember, but your brain wouldn’t let you. I wish I could've gotten to know you, hug you, and tell you I loved you before you forgot. I knew my grandma would be different, after being diagnosed with severe Alzheimer's disease, I never knew it would take her over like it did, I remember when my mom tried to explain her disease to me, being almost nine years old, it didn’t seem like a big deal, I remember thinking how sad it would be to forget things, I always wondered if …show more content…
I knew what was going on and it was hard to believe I would see my Grandma and she would be completely different. As my family prepared for my grandparents to get to my streamer and balloon filled house, my Mom, sister, and I sat on the big brown couch looking through baby books, filled with pictures from the beginning of my sister, Marie's life. Through out pages I would see faces, memories that slowly began to fade, and are now fading even more as I grow up, my sister probably wouldn’t even remember today three years from now. And neither would my Grandma. I hear a big loud knock on the door, then followed by the the tiny footsteps of my babysister, and loud ones from my Mom brother and Dad, I took one look at my Grandma, the one everyone always told me about, the one everyone said I looked like, and she was different, she looked like all the joy had been drained, purple bags under eyes, more wrinkles on her skin, and the smile of someone frustrated, she looked at my whole family like she remember but that slowly began to fade, throughout the night she began to look down a lot more, ask questions that anyone should have been able to know but they must have seemed relative to …show more content…
What was going on, and who's birthday it was. I slowly pushed this aside, and tried to be understanding of what was going on in her brain, and I tried to get her to come down to my basement to look at one of my new toys we made our way down the stair and she saw the dark down stairs that the 13 steps lead to and she began to whisper “No, bad.”
And then ran back upstairs, where I met her back at the top of the stairs, three seconds later, I looked at my grandma with a confused look, straight in the eyes, and she three said words I will never forget. “Who are you?”
Chills ran down my back, my heart dropped, I felt it. It felt like an elevator, rushed down me. “Who am I? The thought rushed through my mind, that my own Grandmother would die without knowing who her granddaughter was, or remembering her.
I never thought that someone that was my blood, would forget me. I remember the words, the look on her face, she wanted to remember. But her brain was leaving her, her thought process, her memories, were fading, I was fading out of her mind. I never tried to help her remember me, in that second I was so shocked all I could do was look at her, look at her eyes, we had the same eyes, an almost grey colored eyes, they were so similar I could read her eyes, they were
They say I look like you, that I sound like you, I remind everyone of you. But you forgot who I was. I looked at you in the eye, at my sister's sixth birthday, you looked back at me with a confused face, your eyes grew old, sad and frustrated. You wanted to remember, but your brain wouldn’t let you. I wish I could've gotten to know you, hug you, and tell you I loved you before you forgot. I knew my grandma would be different, after being diagnosed with severe Alzheimer's disease, I never knew it would take her over like it did, I remember when my mom tried to explain her disease to me, being almost nine years old, it didn’t seem like a big deal, I remember thinking how sad it would be to forget things, I always wondered if …show more content…
I knew what was going on and it was hard to believe I would see my Grandma and she would be completely different. As my family prepared for my grandparents to get to my streamer and balloon filled house, my Mom, sister, and I sat on the big brown couch looking through baby books, filled with pictures from the beginning of my sister, Marie's life. Through out pages I would see faces, memories that slowly began to fade, and are now fading even more as I grow up, my sister probably wouldn’t even remember today three years from now. And neither would my Grandma. I hear a big loud knock on the door, then followed by the the tiny footsteps of my babysister, and loud ones from my Mom brother and Dad, I took one look at my Grandma, the one everyone always told me about, the one everyone said I looked like, and she was different, she looked like all the joy had been drained, purple bags under eyes, more wrinkles on her skin, and the smile of someone frustrated, she looked at my whole family like she remember but that slowly began to fade, throughout the night she began to look down a lot more, ask questions that anyone should have been able to know but they must have seemed relative to …show more content…
What was going on, and who's birthday it was. I slowly pushed this aside, and tried to be understanding of what was going on in her brain, and I tried to get her to come down to my basement to look at one of my new toys we made our way down the stair and she saw the dark down stairs that the 13 steps lead to and she began to whisper “No, bad.”
And then ran back upstairs, where I met her back at the top of the stairs, three seconds later, I looked at my grandma with a confused look, straight in the eyes, and she three said words I will never forget. “Who are you?”
Chills ran down my back, my heart dropped, I felt it. It felt like an elevator, rushed down me. “Who am I? The thought rushed through my mind, that my own Grandmother would die without knowing who her granddaughter was, or remembering her.
I never thought that someone that was my blood, would forget me. I remember the words, the look on her face, she wanted to remember. But her brain was leaving her, her thought process, her memories, were fading, I was fading out of her mind. I never tried to help her remember me, in that second I was so shocked all I could do was look at her, look at her eyes, we had the same eyes, an almost grey colored eyes, they were so similar I could read her eyes, they were