you put the lime in the coke, you nut.

can you imagine that song perpetually running through your head at 6am in the morning?! don't ask me why.. i think i'm going nuts.

as kids, we read of fables that teach us filial piety. one such story is the little boy, whom after watching his grandpa eat out of a wooden bowl and sit in a basket to be carried away. he too, followed suit, shaking his alarmed parents out of their selfishness.
well, people say love goes beyond all boundaries and family stands by you through thick and thin. and while i was beginning to doubt that, i start to see the truth in that. but i wonder... if all these has come to late. the jolt out of that silent reverie has perhaps come a little late. the clock can't be turned back, those broken bonds can't be fused together. the only consolation is that the broken pieces can be picked up and carefully pieced together, to perhaps form a less than perfect picture of that dysfunctional lot.
change may be reversible and irreversible. in this case, it's irreversible. her memory's gonna regress... it's not gonna fluctuate.. her temporal lucid moments will cease to exist.. can you handle that? i don't know if i can.
would you miss those crazy times where she went nuts? would you reminisce the insane things she did? would you think about the times that you enjoyed while she was lucid? i know i would.

cos i'm afraid i'll lose her to that life robber before we can combat the derangement.

the age-old adage, one baby step at a time, is so true.

Step by step, we're moving forward
Little by little, taking ground
Every prayer a powerful weapon
Strongholds come tumbling down and
down and down and down