Narrative About Alzheimer's Life

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I was 16 when I learned what it meant to be dead. I had known of it before, but I didn’t really know death -- I was too young to really understand. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to ward off the waves from washing away my grandparents when they were in Mexico, and I was here. We were separated by oceans of land so our contact was limited. And the oceans only got deeper as I realized that Alzheimer's meant something beyond just memory loss. It meant I watched my Abuelito’s glassy eyes lead to an empty attic, and knew I was waiting for a tsunami to take it over like it had the rest of him.

I was desperately wishing I could relive every moment with him; that there could be a way to time travel and that for some reason I would be the only one in the world to be able to do it. I wanted to go to our ranch in Mexico, to him and his ferocious gallos and loving perros. I wanted to smell the pure land and hint of manure that mixed together to create the smell of Mexico in our backyard; where he taught me how to dance to banda music and how to make tortillas like mami. I wanted to relearn how to play dominoes and loteria like a pro. But I couldn’t.

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If he could face his biggest fear of dying, I can face a presentation in front of my class. I can talk out my problems with anyone. I can lead a club. I can plan events. I can handle my finances. But, most importantly, I can spend the day talking to my family about how our days went and how us children used to be mischievous-including almost burning down my grandma’s apartment because we played with fire. I can make sure to appreciate every moment with them like he did. I can be the person he would be proud of.

Instead of fearing life, I want to experience it. I want to go and make the world my own. I want to be known as a person who lived and never let my own sparks

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