Dimentia Man

Dad? Dad? Do you remember me?
Blank stares, blank expressions in the eye's of a hardworking father and teacher. Dimentia's son.

Grandpa? Grandpa? It's me, Emily.
Emptiness in the once lit up face of a proud grandfather.
Tears in the eyes of my own daughter.
Her hero no longer remembers, what she still treasures. Dimentia's granddaughter.

Pop? Pop? I just won my game?
Stillness and silence, from the once leaping and yelling cheerleader at the games of his daughter. Dimentia's daughter.

Honey? Honey? Our song is on?
Silence from the once dancing husband.
Heartache over coming the heart of the belovid wife of this Dimentia man.

Sunday breakfast dances a faded memory. Sunday singing sessions a recorded sight to see.

Dimentia man, physically my hero, but emotional my enemy.
The shell of my best friend, the mind of a stranger.
The image of my father, the actions of a newcomer.
Introduction with names not titles. Isabella not daughter.
Fena not wife.
Zachary not son.
Emily and Brad not granddaughter and grandson.
Dimentia man not grandfather. Mr. Butler not dad. Allen not husband.
The future of a Dimentia man and his family.