Are the cat food zombies made of wax? Or plastic?
For the RDP: waxy.
Meanwhile, the cats terrorize the doll house.

Are the cat food zombies made of wax? Or plastic?
For the RDP: waxy.
Meanwhile, the cats terrorize the doll house.
I am back in grief
in the ocean of tears
someone has to go there
and I can swim
I can swim on the surface
and I can swim in the depths
no trench is too deep
for me to explore
they think it is dark
in the deepest trench
it’s true that the pressure
is very strong
but all of us
in the deepest depths
learn to glow
and shine
that is what the trench does
at first you are terrified
an ocean of grief
an ocean of tears
but then you see light
beings glowing
some are eating each other
but others smile and wave
if you are not too frightened
if you do not fight and struggle
if you take a breath, calmly
you find you can breathe
and you look at your hands
in wonder as you breathe
in the ocean of grief
in the ocean of tears
you too are glowing softly
in the ocean of grief
in the ocean of tears
you feel welcome
This is about memory loss.
One of my patients eventually had to have her husband admitted to memory care. He was falling, he was angry, he outweighed her by 50 pounds and he was incontinent. When he fell, she could not get him up.
She went to our hospital Grief Group and came to see me, angry.
“They said he’s still alive!” she snarls. “I got mad and said, no, my husband is gone! He just left his body!”
“I’m so sorry.” I say. “I am sorry that they don’t understand.”
“I’m selling his stuff.” she says. “I don’t have any use for Ham Radio equipment. And HE doesn’t EITHER, now.”
She stomps out. I am sure she cried too.
That is how I think of Alzheimer’s. Neurons burning out from the present to the past. When the person can no longer talk, they are close. Then they are in the womb and stop eating.
Let them go, let them go, god bless them. Where ever they may be. You may search the wide world over but your memory person is free….
This for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #88
and for the Daily Prompt: flee.
Where to? And no, it isn’t Brian on the sign… is it Brain?… with a halo?
I took this in Portland. I was out during the day, so did not see any zombies.
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