In my dementia and in my delirium

Dedicated to my beautiful wife, who cares for me so much and whom I will always love as I grow older, even when there are moments of my past I will no longer be able to remember.

IN MY DEMENTIA

I do not understand love. I do not remember it. I am not a professor of it. I do not use the term lightly. For any term I do not remember or understand I cannot use.

I can only look back into the history of my fading memories to try to salvage some ideas, some meanings, some clarity.

Somewhere in the p...