Hold my hand. A Time past, and a time has passed, and am standing in the fading keepsakes of what remains in the wheel of my recollections. Like a pendulum, memories come and others go; delightful on this end, now decrepit as they slide yonder! It’s a beginning, I fear, of an approaching end. I felt where it all began, without knowing what. How the ticking hours now remain as the routine of my misty day. Coping with the waves of uncertainty as I drift into the winds of despair; conscious to a hymn of a long ago, only to remember not the stranger I once knew. I know am floating further into a death whose path is paved by depression and withdrawal, and dismantled by an illness without a cure. I fear for the ones I love, this, until they begin to grieve for the one who blanks them out. Yes, this is who I am, Alzheimer and Dementia, and all you need to know, is I once was you; the one who longed for a hand of kindness and from which love was born. Now all I need is a touch of kindness, an act that just might sway me, if only for a moment, back into the world I once knew.