Please God, I dont want to be late

Alzheimer’s,

The tough disease.

You have fought for it for many years.

Doesn’t compete with you,

You are strong.

I am sorry.

For not being there for you.

For not talking to you.

I am sorry, for

Ignoring you.

Going to your house,

Talking to everyone…

Except for you.

Thinking you are not as interesting as anyone else

I am sorry.

I love you,

Even if I don’t show it (which I am really sorry.)

I regret the moments when I ignore you.

I really do.

Even if you don’t know who I am,

Still, ignoring you,

Makes me feel bad.

I am sorry.

The next time I see you, I wont ignore you…

I will treat you correctly.

How you are supposed to be treated.

Please God, I don’t want to be late…

I love you.