Just Writing From Within

I know the signs. I remember them vividly. It starts with little things: adding an extra letter in a word, calling someone by the wrong name, asking simple and unnecessary questions. Most people wouldn’t see these things as a problem. They will just simply pause for a second and then move on, shaking their head, blaming it on a long day. But not me. For me, all of these things are signs. Signs that it’s coming; the inevitable is coming and I’m not ready. Next, the bigger, more obvious things come: speaking of someone who is long gone as if they were still around, asking questions over and over again, getting lost in the middle of somewhere she’s been everyday. Sure, it could just be her light-hearted personality joking that there is a panda in the front yard, or it could be something else. Maybe I’m paranoid. Maybe it’s not fair of me to assume the worst when everyone else brushes it off. But I can’t help it. You can’t unsee a person you love growing to forget everything – eve...