I lost my grandmother to AD in 2005. To say she was like a
mother to me, does not do her impact on my life justice. In the end, she no
longer remembered who I was. This was beyond painful and I still weep today
over this suffering today. Your song, “You Raise Me Up” on the home page, was
played at her funeral.
How do you think, believe, after you pass on, is your memory
is restored? I can live with her not remembering me in this life. I can’t
accept that she won’t in the afterlife. Maybe this is a blog you could add to
your site, I’m sure others are thinking the same thing.
I received the above email almost a week ago and have been thinking (i know), about what to write. Well here it goes, it may be blunt but I what to tell it as it is with me, not what you may want to here.
First I do not grieve over those past, but try to rejoice in the time I had with them. Grieving to me is selfish. I say get over yourself, this life is for the living not those past on. Besides your grandmother is free from this damn disease, be happy for her and yourself. Let the stench of it leave, it hung around to long before and now to long since.You are not alone eventually those of us who suffer with AD FORGET people, as we move forward in our lives. You see AD takes who we are first, then it takes us physicallly, but when you boil it all down, we win because we are set free. Having not reached the otherside yet, shit, I cannot really answer your question. I think we would remember those left behind, because we are free of the disease, but the happiness that we would feel with our freedom I feel would put that behind us. I think you should also and be happy. Hope this helps.