Entry #42: Fear

Recently, a reader asked me what my motivation is to write this blog. I can sum it up in one word.

Fear.

As we all get older, many people encounter cognitive and mental acuity issues, dementia and more. So, being in control of my mental faculties, at least for the moment, this blog addresses my fears of losing that control at some point. You see…I remember absolutely everything about Annie, so I put these memories down in writing, just in case the day comes when I cannot remember.

I remember everything…

Her laugh

Her beauty

Her fashion

Her strengths

Her weaknesses and vulnerabilities

Her desire to be accepted and loved and her fear of not being accepted and loved

Her smell

Her taste

Every single inch of her body

How she looks when she is sleeping

Her ability to communicate with me through simple glances

The list is endless right now and my fear is that the memory list may get shorter as I get older.

So…I write…

Entry #41: Someone New

Recently I met someone new.

She is a beautiful woman, smart, creative and with a smile that can light up a room. We have talked about quite a few different subjects and I find myself so comfortable in our conversations that I actually shared this blog with her.

What I did not expect, was for her to actually begin reading it in front of me. I could not decide if I should walk away and give her some space, or just sit while she read. I decided to sit and as I watched her facial expressions change while she read, I could tell she went back and read a few things more than once.

My anxiety went through the roof, because I had no idea how she would take the writing, nor if she would judge me once she got the whole picture. Yet, I could not pull myself away. It was so fascinating to watch her read and respond to the actual words. The first person that I actually knew that not only would read all of this, but do it right in front of me. My fears went unfounded as she accepted all that I have written in a few posts and my hope is that she will read the rest.

While both of our circumstances have issues, I think of her a lot. I love her intellect, her eyes, her amazing smile, her caramel skin and her natural hair.  There is an obvious age difference, yet I wonder what her kisses would taste like, to have her in my arms for something other than a goodbye hug.

I could never tell her these things of course and I hope she has finished reading the rest of the blog before I post this so she may not even see it. I think we have started a friendship and I certainly hope that we can go on to become good friends. I don’t think it is possible to hope for more.

Once you reach a certain age, friendships are all you can work towards.