Stolen

How illness can steal the one you love

They lay on the bed laughing as she poured an Italian kiss onto his chest, then chased its trail with her luscious full pink lips.

 

"What do you mean we all carry excess luggage? I think you mean baggage, babe." 

 

 Lee had playfully corrected.  Honey blushed at her mistake as he gently brushed away a soft wispy curl which was framing her freckled cheek, that was now the colour of the setting sun.

"You know what I mean." She mumbled blushing, then buried her face back into the comforting warmth of his chest. Honey had been bogged down for so long in a fog of emotions, she had never dared to think it was possible to love again...

Then out of the blue, void of hope, thinking she would never belong anywhere...He had appeared. He was rough and a little ragged around the edges, but to her he was the ace....perfection.

Thirty years down the line, they still laugh together at her silly foibles, and her ditsy blonde ways...Now highlighted with strands of silver, laughter lines mapping her face...

"You remember don't you Lee?"  He nods. Honey wipes a tear from his cheek, he remembers her today and how they've always loved. You see he's not always lucid, dementia has stolen him...

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Such a sad and unfair thing to endure. Our memories are so very precious, and to lose them is, so I feel, even worse than losing one's physical health. This is a fine and sensitive collection of words on the subject. Well done.

[Marie Harrison]

Oh...this is so sad
A tearful prose
Lovely