Maria,
In one word comes the spark of a lifetime of lost memories. Alzheimers.
I’d always thought no matter what became me in this world, I would depart in full awareness of myself and all things around me, my life would flash in front of my eyes, I would live my final regrets in the presence of my greatest achievements. I would not face the indignity of the unknown, having to re-learn every piece of myself, in essence having to re-invent myself each time I awoke for the day. Instead I live to witness the heartbreak in the eyes of those who still remembered my love. Each day when I awaken I’m told the same thing, greeted by three doctors in pale white coats, hair pulled back in what’s known as the “natural face lift”, pulling back the wrinkles and making them seem 20 years …show more content…
Imagine you could become a part of their story, a friend of Cinderella, or Gretel’s subconsciousness, one of the three bears, or a character in Roald Dahl’s revolting rhymes. Imagine Maria, that your life was a fairy tale, being read by children around the world. Now imagine you had the ability to choose, whether to be brought into life on this world, into your own fairy tale, having no knowledge of how long you would live or when you would die, no knowledge to the fate of neither your family nor your children. Now imagine leaving the world in this way, with no knowledge of who you’d become and who those around you all your life were. All you’d known was, if you made the decision to come into the world, at some point in the future, just like you made the decision to become part of the world, you would have to make another decision and eventually, go away from everything, but when I go, I will not have anything, anyone and never would I perpetuate the pain of others and pretend to remember the life which I