And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away!
By Bob DeMarco
+Alzheimer's Reading Room
On Sunday I will be speaking to over 200 people about Alzheimer's disease and dementia.
I have carte blanche so I'll speak first about my own sudden epiphany and moment of inspiration, about the journey from burden to Joy. Between the dark and the daylight so to speak.
I will also speak about my growing belief that it could be possible to delay the onset of dementia, or, delay the progression of Alzheimer's disease.
Then I will answer any and all questions.
- What is the Difference Between Alzheimer’s and Dementia
- Test Your Memory for Alzheimer's (5 Best Memory Tests)
- What is Alzheimer's Disease?
- Is Alzheimer's World an Irrational Place?
- Communicating in Alzheimer's World
- 10 Symptoms of Early Stage Alzheimer's Disease
- The Seven Stages of Alzheimer's
I'll use this article as the framework for the earlier part of my talk - Is Alzheimer's World an Irrational Place?
When you look at it from the eyes of a person who is deeply forgetful maybe you are the one who is irrational. Irrational in your expectations.
While I was thinking about this this morning the following poem came into my mind. Maybe some of you know it.
Read to the end and comment if you have the time.
The Children's Hour
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)
BETWEEN the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,
That is known as the Children’s Hour.
I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.
From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.
A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.
A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!
They climb up into my turret
O’er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.
They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!
I still remember, during the period of greatest burden, the anxiety I felt early in the morning before Dotty woke up. The beginning of another dreadful day.
Then after my own metamorphosis, and after Dotty and I stepped on to the path of Joy together, how happy I felt to see her smiling face in the morning.
Where's Harvey she asked.
Bob DeMarco is the Founder and Editor of the Alzheimer's Reading Room (ARR). Bob is a recognized influencer, speaker, and expert in the Alzheimer's and Dementia Community Worldwide. The ARR Knowledge Base contains more than 4,000 articles. Bob lives in Delray Beach, FL.You are reading original content +Bob DeMarco , the Alzheimer's Reading Room