07-12-07| 10:59 pm
One morning I walked to my car, through sunshine. White flyer under the windsheild. An eighty year old man wandered into the woods and never came out.
Two weeks later I sat up in bed crying because I didn't know whether they had found him. How could they find him? Alzheimer's has you wandering into the woods alone, forgetting where you are, what you're doing. Lost, alone, disoriented.
He was found. Dead. He had a heart attack in the woods. These are the things that break my heart. Everyday living is nothing. A missing old man breaks my heart.