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When the rays of the Sun,
bring warmth to the ground,
or the wind in the willows,
stirs branches around,

then I will remember,
through thick and thin,
where I was when
it all would begin.

Why the indifference,
what is the cause,
which creates, not caring?
Is life now on pause?

It won't do,
to run and hide,
they'll still come,
from the other side.

They come at night,
many or a few.
They will keep coming,
and will find you.

A strange occurrence,
last night as I was
making a light snack as
I would do in our home.

I reside in an Independent
living facility while my wife
resides in the memory care
unit, one floor below me.

I heard my wife's voice,
saying," What are you up to?"
It sounded real, but she seldom
speaks.

The emotional impact was instant.
I lost control, my eyes started
leaking. I write this several hours
after it happened and my eyes are
now moist.

I do not like this feeling of
helplessness. The most difficult
activity I have ever dealt with.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

An analemma is that figure-8 curve you get when you mark the position of the Sun at the same time each day for one year. To make this one, a 4x5 pinhole camera was set up looking north in southern New Zealand skies. The shutter was briefly opened each clear day in the afternoon at 4pm local time exposing the same photosensitized glass plate for the year spanning September 23, 2022 to September 19, 2023. On two days, the winter and summer solstices, the shutter was opened again 15 minutes after the main exposure and remained open until sunset to create the sun trails at the bottom and top of the curve. The equinox dates correspond to positions in the middle of the curve, not the crossover point. Of course, the curve itself is inverted compared to an analemma traced from the northern hemisphere. And while fall begins today at the Autumnal Equinox for the northern hemisphere, it's the Spring Equinox in the south.

Photo by Ian Griffin

How do I endure,
this emotional strain,
when my mental strength,
has started to wane?

All the words,
he thought were dead,
are still lodged,
within his head.

Words oft used,
like thee and thou,
remained imbedded.
My thoughts were how.?

How could a word,
seldom used to write,
could remain there,
tucked away, out of sight.

Words are forgotten,
left and right.
Knowing this now,
it will be alright.

Wayward thoughts,
from hearts apart,
where to begin,
where to start.

Thoughts which bounce,
as water on a skittle,
seldom are found,
in your brain middle.

My emotions are
blowing hot and cold,
as my loved ones
behavior never is old.

One day she will talk
another time she will sleep,
as my emotions are
want to weep.

How can I explain?
what I will see,
when I know it's
not her, it's me.

It would appear, I moved
to a state of mind, enraged,
about inequity of life,
when viewed from the World stage.

We all crowd together,
avoiding being alone.
Yet here we are,
lyrics, in a sad song.

A sad song tomorrow.
A sad song today,
about losing your memories
and now gone away.

All the tomorrows,
all the todays,
lost in sadness,
of the yesterdays.

Memories for two,
only now for one.
All her memories are,
over and done.