Fiction

Please Bear With Me




This Thrift Store Thursday post is of a little porcelain bear figurine that is all dressed up and ready for a night on the town. Unfortunately, he seems to be unable to remember many of the details that brought him to this moment in time.

PLEASE BEAR WITH ME

If you could, please bear with me,
For I’m a bear, that’s plain to see,
And may I ask you for your help today?

I’ve cleaned up, I think, rather well,
And this getup’s got me looking swell,
But I’m afraid I’ve gone and lost my way.

And here’s the thing, to where I’m going,
My never-ending to and fro-ing,
Has seemed to find it right to lead me here.

But I don’t know from when I dressed,
And I’ve lost all time from where I left,
These things they seem to have been made unclear.

Now isn’t this a crying shame,
I’ve gone and I’ve forgot my name,
And also, I’m afraid I’ve lost my way.

So If you could, please bear with me,
For I’m a bear, that’s plain to see,
And I don’t know what I was going to say.

I was as attracted to this bear because he quickly reminded me of many of the elderly gentlemen suffering from Alzheimer’s, sometimes known as senile dementia, that I met during my 10 years as an EMT. I remember it being one of the most emotionally unbearable diseases, not just for the patients, but for the family. Watching their relatives, reminding them again and again of who they are, where they are, and what they were doing, broke my heart on a much different level than other diseases and illness. This is because it reminds me of my own Great-Grandmother dealing with the illness for the last 4 years of her life. She was taken care of by her daughter, my Great Aunt, and while I went to see her, I never got to talk to my great aunt about the difficulties she dealt with during the time spent with her mom. She, like her mother, dealt with the disease in the last few years of her life, but this time it was my mom playing the part as caretaker, and I was able to fully recognize the strain on those responsible for their care. I hope this bear and this little poem brings a little attention to the disease.

Till next time…




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