Lost
Tonight I cried, really cried; sad, sorrowful tears.
I knew they were coming, I had preparing all week for this moment.
This precise moment when everything would tumble from me and I would get lost in my loss.
I cried for the loss of my Father.
I cried for the loss of my Mother.
And then, after I had cried my mournful tears of grief.
I cried because I’ve lost myself.
Me, Martha and Alzheimer's 