Inside the Mind of Isadora

No Words Left


It’s been a year now. 

As I put the key in the door, I remember the day I realized I had to move in. 

My father had always been demanding. I was reluctant to take on the responsibility.

Sure, I could have added him to the long list of seniors waiting for a room at the senior assisted living. But, after all, he was my dad. 

 On that summer morning, my father tried to open the neighbors’ door, helping me make my decision. 

His memory was fading. Confused and exasperated, he called. I knew he was desperate. He would never admit his decline.

After he died, an older gentleman approached me at the wake.

He said, “You’re a good son.”

Sadly, Alzheimer’s had prevented my father from telling me.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega


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Author: Inside the Mind of Isadora

Intriguing, sensitive, mysterious, loving, artistic and crackling with excitement for life is a pretty good description of who I am. I just retired from the world of art where I sold my Artfully Designed Handmade Jewelry for 28 years; although, art will always be a part of who I am no matter what venue I choose to express it in.

13 thoughts on “No Words Left

  1. So sad for so many. Well-expressed, Isadora.

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  3. Such a touching tale. Hearing that from a stranger must have been heartwarming.

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  4. Oh such a poignant story Isadora. Loved the ending lines. Thanks for joining in.

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  5. Another example of the golden years being very tarnished.

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  6. Well done – you really highlighted the complexity with dementia and I like how you used the photo to tell a little tale about it

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