Tuesday, January 19, 2016

My name is Richard

I don't know how long I've been living in this black hole.  I don't know what happened or why this happened to me, but I know that I've been in this dark space for some time now. I hear people talking but it makes no sense to me.  I try to form words but am at a loss most of the time as to how to answer or even what words to use.  I know what I'm saying but I can tell by the faces of my loved ones that they do not.

Loved ones; I know these people love me by the way their hand's stroke my forehead, by the way they feed me my meals with a kindness that can only come from a loved one.  I want to thank them, to hug them, to speak to them and let them know that their love is returned; but it doesn't come out. I want to walk and get up but I've forgotten how.

My life as I once knew it is gone.  I have no sense of where I am but I know it's not home. My mind, or what's left of it, comes and goes.  I have split-second moments of being aware of who is with me; and then it's gone.  

I had a wife once.  She had been long forgotten by me, but now, I search for her and can't understand why I can't find her.  I think I see her but yet, she isn't by my side.  I think I miss her, but again, I'm not sure.  I don't think I'm sure of anything anymore.

Once, a long time ago I was a strong, hard-working man; husband, father and friend. What am I now?  The shell of what used to be.  I exist but I do not live.  My day consists of being bathed, changed, fed; everything that I used to do on my own is now done for me. My mind won't let me do anything. My body is shutting down.  I am completely dependent on others for even the simplest of tasks.  

I believe if my mind would let me, I would be utterly humiliated by all this; but my mind is know where to be found.  Words don't come, thoughts don't make sense and the faces of those who smile down at me aren't familiar.  I know they belong to me but I have no idea who they are.

This life is not something that I would have chosen for me.  Those little slices of thought that I can grab onto are heartbreaking.  There is only one thing that I do know, and whenever I'm asked I can answer.  Just that one question, nothing more.  

My name is Richard.  


For this I do know................