“A Life of Steve” - Windows
One man had been an architecture engineer.
He loved camping with his family and was a top ranked boy scout.
Happy years and joyful times.
His memory and abilities gave way to immobility over time.

Confined to a bed, there is a paper on his lap.
Someone drew a heart on it.
“Get better, Daddy.”
The fear that he will not.

He sits on a chair only to stare out a window.
Limp in his chair, eyes glazed over in lost thoughts.
The bug screen has synthetic wires crossing over one another.
His dichotomous world.

He can not remember his own face over the years,
Developing distorted perceptions of jagged lines that barely make up life.
Days and nights come and go in a blink.
Lucid moments.

Trying to find purpose.
Sometimes he is fine and can walk on the gravel path.
But that isn’t true.
He is angry, he throws his body around.

Fragmented.

Hear the ruffling of the grass as he steps on it.
Sink into the ocean and watch as his bubbles fill his eyes.
Stumbling into danger filled with monsters.
Watch the world seemingly float, yet he remains grounded.

Continue life as usual.
This is the norm, of course.
It is deference.
Invincible, yet estranged.

Diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease in 2004.
Steve is alive, but he died in 2009.