Constance longed to forget. But one memory, one hateful moment, remained indelibly etched upon her mind: the day the soldiers had torn her son from her arms before shooting her and leaving her for dead.
As dementia slowly erased her past, she prayed for release from the agonizing daily flashbacks.
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Not all stories are meant to make us comfortable. I almost didn’t send this one to you, as it is discomfiting on numerous levels. However, I think it’s a powerful story, told in very few words. I initially wrote it for The Friday Fix, for the prompt, forget and remember.
It's perfectly ok, as it explains what dementia does to the body. Sad story but probably true for many holocaust survivors.