Tomorrow I may not recall,
The things I should have said today.
I can’t help it, it’s just how it is,
So I don’t hold back saying what I want to say.
I may not always remember your name,
But somewhere inside, there’s a memory.
With a little coaxing it comes to the forefront,
Slowly appearing, again becoming a reality.
I hate that I don’t appear to be who I once was,
But inside, I’m still me.
My reality may be a little skewed and bent,
My speech a little stuttered, not flowing and free.
These are just minor setbacks,
So I don’t need nor want your sympathy.
Yes, I’ll get worse over time,
But don’t worry, Alzheimer’s isn’t contagious, you can catch it from me.
Just remember, life is short and unpredictable,
You never know what tomorrow may bring,
So express the love you hold in your heart,
Belt out that song you so badly want to sing.
Brian – 4/26/15
A Bit of Brian's Brilliance 
My Mama was one of four sisters who had Alzheimer’s. Our time with her was valuable and treasured.
I have told my sons if I am diagnosed and I get to the point of not functioning in a desirable way to place me somewhere, leave, and never look back…until I read your poem. Thank you
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That was really beautiful ❤
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Thank you for sharing your life. This entry was chosen to be included in our May Newsletter “Symptom Perspectives” at https://paper.li/f-1408973778 . — Tru
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