I Pity Her

August 13, 2008
She forgot the name of her cat. I reminded her the name, and she laughed. The doctor said it was going to get worse. He advised me to be ready.


August 18, 2008
She laughed out loud when she called our friend Anderson when in fact his name was Albert. She was getting worse. I laugh with her but I can't help but feel worried. 


September 12, 2009
We watched 50 First Dates. I promised her I would do the things Adam Sandler did for Drew Barrymore in the movie. She smiled. But it was full of sadness. We both knew it was going to be hard. Really hard.


October 14, 2009
I brought her a digital camera for her to use. She was starting to forget important places, so she started taking pictures of them and labeling them accordingly. She was hiding it, but I knew she was scared. I was too.


December 25, 2009
She called out "Dad!" with a big grin on her face when she opened her gift underneath the Christmas tree. Her mom almost cried out loud. The gift was a picture of her younger brother and her mom. Not her Dad.


May 5, 2010
I brought her to our favorite place. She grew angry at me. She said it was a very insulting gesture. She said I should've known that she hates that place. She was getting worse. But I'm ready. I always am.


July 18, 2010
I gave her my favorite handkerchief. I asked her to promise me she wouldn't forget about it. She said she won't. I pray that she really won't.





August 6, 2010
The notes I've been writing lately are weird. I don't know who the 'she' is in every entry. My mom said I shouldn't mind it. But I 'm still disturbed. Ever since the accident, I was missing important things. Like my ID and my PIN. But well, the doctor said it was normal. The part of my brain holding the memory was damaged. But I'm feeling fine now. 

There's this girl outside our house every now and then. I asked my mom if she knew her, but she wouldn't answer me. She would just turn her back on me. The girl looked sad. She would look at me and yell "Kyle, don't you remember me?" and I would just close the blinds. She was holding out a handkerchief. Who was Kyle anyway? I'm Rye. Not Kyle. She had a hard time on names. I pity her.