Lost pieces

The first day after my granny broke

I held her hand

she whispered that

a man behind the chair

had scared her

.

the week my granny broke again

she held my hand

she told me stories

from the war

and talked about my Grandpa

.

the month my granny stuck

on shuffle and repeat

she asked about my dad

she whispered that

a man behind the chair

had scared her

.

stuck on shuffle and repeat

my granny sat

whisky-tonic in one hand

staring at the corner

.

she asked about my dad

.

I held her

.

time stopped when my granny died

I cried the day we buried her

now she and Grandpa lie side by side

they do the crossword together

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2 thoughts on “Lost pieces

  1. Such a difficult disease to both experience and bear witness to!
    Her pain is now over, and no doubt she is in heaven playing crossword as you stated 🙂

    This is a beautiful, personal account of your experiences. Thank you very much for sharing with us 🙂

    ML
    x

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