Someday I’m going to tell you about my Mother’s eyes. Not now though. If I tell you about her eyes now you’ll see what I see. The dull gaze. The vacant stare. The tiny pupil. So so small.
I call them Alzheimer’s Eyes.
I’ve been on this journey a while now. Doesn’t matter how long though, I still experience the shock of it.
Thankfully, I have photos of the eyes that used to adore me with a love deeper than I have ever known. I won’t forget them. I have photos. I have proof of the sparkle that existed. That lit up the room.
But right now, I can’t remember them.
Right now, every time shut my eyes I see her dull gaze looking beyond me. I see her vacant stare.
Someday I’m going to tell you about my Mother’s eyes. Not now though. Now I’m going to soothe myself to sleep and hope tomorrow is a better day.