Sweet Moment in Time

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”

There is a moment in time that when I think about it, I feel happy again. I feel as though I can go out and conquer the world and slay all the dragons and save all the princesses. I can ride to the highest mountain on my trusty steed and wear my armor with regal pride and … and… oh, it was so many years ago. So many years to that moment in time. My memory is not as good as it use to be and I am afraid I will lose all my memories and …. and… if that happens… where is my son and daughter? They are so tiny they could get into trouble. Where is my wife?

“Anges! Agnes! The children, they are being too quiet. Where is my wife?”

“John, settle down. It’s okay. The children are okay. You live in Arizona now. You live in a wonderful home in Arizona.”

“No, I don’t. I live in Hampton somewhere… with my wife and we have two small children.”

“No, John. Your wife is no longer with us. She is waiting for you to come when it is time for you.”

“Agnes, I want to tell you about a moment in time. A wonderful moment in time. It was…. we were…”

“John, it is time for you to sleep. Sleep now and when you wake, you will remember that sweet moment of time. And you can tell your friends at dinner.”

16 thoughts on “Sweet Moment in Time

    • That is about all you can do. My grandmother had it. My best friend has it and my sister has it. That is nice that you work with the elderly. You sound like a sweet caregiver.

      • Thank you. I don’t work for them but I certainly have love and compassion for them. My mother was a registered nurse and toward the end of her career she worked in a nursing home. I’ve been in her workplace and I’ve known people over the years like that.

  1. You touched my heart. You captured the moments well. Early in my career I worked in geriatrics at the hospital. The most difficult to watch was is when they would have that moment of clarity and realize what
    how their minds and bodies were betraying them.

    • It is very sad. 😦 My best friend has dementia and I can see her slowly being consumed by it. Some days are good for her and some days are not. Now, we think my sister has it too. My daughter is a nurse. She fills in when they need someone to fill in for a few days or weeks until they can hire and train a new person. She works at a Alzheimer’s Care Unit in Scottsdale. She tells me some funny stories and some sad stories. She loves them dearly. My grandson just graduated high school and is working there too and he loves it.

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