Say it ain’t so. I don’t think anyone wants to face the truth. I don’t think the three of us could handle hearing that the genes have carried on.. I don’t think we’re ready to realize, there’s nothing more we can do, but enjoy your healthy condtion now- while it lasts.. That scares me. And what scares me even more is that I know I’ll be a mess if all the assumptions became written in stone as reality. There’s only a select few who could sympathize with my situation as well as keep me strong, and the little gaps of hints always manage to bring tears to my eyes… Because it is proof of the inevitable. I can’t lose you in a way thats like that. Your memory, erased to a point where you don’t recognize those who have been in your life during these stages of your life. My heart will break countless times if you look at me the way Grandpa did when he didn’t remember… And I don’t know a thing. I don’t know how to mentally prepare for this. I don’t know how to hope for the best but prepare for the worst.. I don’t know what I’d do if I lose the current you.. You raised me. You loved me. You don’t deserve to be beaten by the bitter gene… I can see your efforts.. I can see you trying your hardest to beat the system , but day by day, you foreshadow it. Its times like these where I think about a cure. It makes me want to sell my life away to a lab where I’ll devote all my time to find some sort of way. A way that will make you better. A way to keep on YOUR correct state mind.. I can’t watch you go down, without a fight.
As painful as this will be, somehow, we’ll make it through together. We’ll find a way..
