Finally Comes and Gone

He came at the time when we didn't take least time to know. Then he is.

With or without known in the mind, he did screamed, he burnt the oven, he trimmed the bushes, he cut flower beds to flower his daughter-in-law, he watered the fridge, he butterred his face and he fired the party.

Having all these funs, he went out with his granddaughter with a car away from home, driving crazily and enjoyfuly.

He used the year of Battle of Verdun as the password of the credit card, which was the rare number he recalled and of which he didn't reacall after the second time check-in.

He boomed the bag of chips, slept  into other train cabinet, he left the room, stepped in to the garden of the sister nun, hiding one tomato, he joked with sisters of two cucumbers at the kitchen desk, he left the hotel at midnight and sit aside the bay.

‘It's just like the books on the shelves, that someday some books fell down, someone help put back to the position when some others fell at the same time. Memories go like this, until all books fell down. Then it never comes back. The only thing you can do is take your time with him as much as possible. It cannot be cured but can be affected and let it fade slowly.’

No one can predict, nor avoid. As it comes silently, unconsciously, self-centered. Once he comes, he doesn't go away. Please be tolerant, be kind, be patient, be childish and be loved to him. As we all getting old and his name is, Alzheimer.

HONIG IM KOPF, by Lars Gmehling, a 2014 German movie.