Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The night had allowed a nefarious thief to creep in and take all that had been so real to her and then vanish. “I do not want folks to pity me,” she thought as emptiness filled her soul. She tried to scream, “I will not give you credence,” but the evil had left its mark.
Soon the phone would be ringing, time it was short at hand. “Pull yourself together or they will know something is not right,” she demanded and yet still knowing the thief, he was not gone.
He now lurked within her darkness and like a masterful puppeteer demanded her to dance. Full of hopelessness and despair she obliged this wicked intruder. Covered for what others knew not there. The thief he just loitered and without remorse took more of what was there.
“I’m so sorry and please forgive me,” are the sorrowful words she now spoke. The thief he does not hear, he does not leave and is content to continue stealing from the darkness. Forever a victim she will be.
I wish and I pray this were not a true story but it is, for many of us. For the past ten years I have been in the company of this thief. I have witnessed it loot, lurk and puppeteer its victims right into hollow shells. It is the most nefarious thief of all. Alzheimer's or any form of dementia.
For those of you whom share my knowledge or are dealing with this on your own battle field, be strong my nefarious thief warriors. May we all be blessed with the patience of Job.
I write this because my Grandmother did not know it was my birthday. Just another jewel added to the loot of the thief. Though she is a master at disguise and deception, the thief he does rob her.