I Know When It Is Time To Go

The instant I pause for a breath Shewah goes back to her last story. To her last husband and how angry she is with him for leaving To her last bad memory and how irritated she is for being fired. She is interested in nothing I say; yet I keep talking. For she seems to still want to hear my voice. I know it is time to go when she stares off and stops responding. As if she does not only hear me, she does not recognize me either. Alzheimer’s is a horrible disease.