One of my biggest fears is losing memories. Where is the point of no return? To what extent do our memories define us? Do we remain us, when most of our memories are gone? Does the World see us fade?
My grandmother is at the state of dementia, where there’s no return. Watching her go is one of the biggest challenges for my family these days. There’s nothing to do to change it. There seem to be no sources to regain her memories, or her self with her memories.
Assisting and supporting in this unknown and uncertain situation is terrifying and exhausting. Yet we should never forget that there are periods in life, which we have to get through with. There’s no good way of doing it. There is no bad way of doing it. Getting prepared to what’s ahead doesn’t exist.
Staying strong doesn’t make sense. But we do. My family is remarkable. We will do good. Our best. Even in challenging times. We will change and learn. I hope all of us will manage to take the good lessons from it.
Victoria Grebezs – Fall to Earth
Soundtrack from Berlin 