Alzheimer is the warden, my great grand-pop was the the inmate. Time dissolved his memory. During my youth we were close, but the disease stole him from me. Once family, now a familiar stranger. His mind changed everything. No longer in cohesion with it, but war. Unable to retrieve his intimate memories. But constantly transitioning from the past to reality. I wanted him to witness the women that I have become. To see the proud look upon his face, followed by his charming smile. Although he is gone, my memories of him remain alive. I love you pop pop.
Identity in Progress... 