A Life Beyond

A FILM BY NIC ASKEW. MORE FILMS AT NICASKEW.COM

Throughout the world, families’ lives are changed immeasurably as a consequence of dementia. But as with all aspects of our seemingly complex lives, things are not what they seem.

It has always been possible to see the very same circumstance through the depth of a wiser gaze. Lives are transformed through such a gaze.

My hope is that Olga’s experience will change the very sight you place on your own circumstance. And in doing so, change that very circumstance.

Remember this film is metaphorical for whatever it is you are facing.

With thanks to the staff at Nursing Home Sanitas Residencial Puerta de Hierro, Madrid for their kind help during the shooting of this film. And for the way they model compassionate care.

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When you look right through me

What evil disease is this, that would

steal the recognition of a loving daughter from her darling mother’s mind?

With love so strong and infinite, how could

a devoted mother suddenly go so far beyond, leaving a part of her heart behind?

 

So often you look right through me

as though I’m not here.

And as I wonder when you will again see me,

I become paralyzed with fear.

 

Each time you look right through me,

a jagged knife plunges into my already shattered heart

because although we’re together, we

couldn’t be further apart.

 

Although you look right through me

not knowing who I am, I will never forget you

or all that you have done for me.

And I will do everything I can to help you.

 

Whenever you look right through me,

please know that right here I plan to remain.

Forever by your side I promise I will be,

trying desperately to reunite us once again.

 

But the truth is – every time you look right through me,

another huge part of me dies.

Forever lost in eternity.

Unseen, like my unheard cries.

 

© Chrystal Gomes   2012

 

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A New Chapter

No spoken promises now. No

written guarantees

that what once was, will again be so…

and I get down on my knees.

 

I cling to my memories of yesterday,

dreading the day when uncertain tomorrow comes.

As always, weariness has a say…

and I fall asleep to the sound of fading drums.

 

I dream such hearty, rose-coloured happiness

that in reality is so hard to feel…

for in this world rules weepy sadness,

diagnosed truth, that makes fear so real.

 

Fate has no conscience, and it always gets its way.

But when I shut my eyes,

I see only what I want to see. In the grey

abyss between life and death, my spirit lies…

 

in waiting. A new chapter

of a carefully woven destiny

gently unfolds in silken scenes filled with laughter…

and my soul rejoices, a wronged prisoner finally set free.

 

By Chrystal Gomes

 

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