Trapped in the past
10.21.07 (8:46 am) [edit]
Trapped in the past
I never know how he will react,
it must be hard not to know what is really ever going on,
trapped in the past,
perhaps the last twenty years at times forgotten,
not knowing who it is who takes care of him,
if he knows,
unable to make any kind of rational connection.
He will sometimes on his good days
which are more than his bad ones,
work with us,
even joke,
yet,
there are days when he fights,
trys to spit on us,
yelling,
"Get the hell away from me",
having to force him to accept what needs to be done,
so we do it.
Luckily his memory fades quickly,
and soon afterwards he is having ice cream,
smiling at us,
and just enjoying what is before him.