The Forgetful Man (Alzheimer’s)

I was rushing down the street, looking for him, gathering weird stares from the neighbors. I was really panicking now. I was the one who was supposed to look after him, make sure he didn’t get out of the house, and I had been unsuccessful. I had only gone in the kitchen for two minutes, and the next thing  I heard was the big front gate closing with a thud. It was fine him leaving the house but who would ensure that he would come back home. I mean, he was not a child, yet even adults are sometimes vulnerable like children. He didn’t know our neighbors, let alone their address. He didn’t know our parents, our house, our family…

He didn’t even know me. Continue reading “The Forgetful Man (Alzheimer’s)”