Saturday, May 1, 2010

Dear Dementia,

I hate you. I mean I really hate you. You get your kicks by picking on the weak and stripping away their dignity. Your ego feeds on the pain of family members who must watch helplessly as their loved one withers away. You delight in being the puppet master, pulling the strings and making your slave dance about in the most unsettling ways. You know you are robbing their loved ones of their good memories. You know very well that when your poor slave is finally, mercifully, freed from you it's the images of them trapped in your twisted dance that will remain so vividly in their minds. You are a criminal. You are as evil as Hitler and one day you too will meet your deserved fate. Like the Wicked Witch in The Wizard of Oz your weakness will be discovered and you will melt away. The day is coming. And I hope it hurts.

Sincerely,
PC

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