"Alzheimer's will disrupt his brain function step by step—first short-term memory, then language, then the ability to make decisions, and finally emotional control—but long-term memories will be at the deepest layer of the brain, and they will be hidden." When Alzheimer's patients begin to struggle to understand their senses and the real situation around them, long-term memories begin to become their reality. In the past fifteen years, for example, Jewish nursing homes have begun to notice that Alzheimer's patients hide their food and hide from nurses because in their minds they are back in concentration camps, reliving the Holocaust. This is scenario reproduction. In the final stages of these patients' lives, they basically live in their strongest memories. ”
This is a passage from "All the Way to The Glimmer" about Alzheimer's patients. Do you have elderly people in your life who suffer from this disease, and do you find that they have always been in the life of their strongest memories? The protagonist of the book is the eighteen-year-old Arthur, whose name is passed down from his grandfather, "Arthur Louis Pullman", strictly speaking, the grandfather passed on to his father, and then to him, Arthur Louis Pullman III. Grandpa was a famous writer who, in his youth, wrote a classic book, The Distant World (which won all the awards that a novel could win: the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, the New York Times, and it was a must-read list for almost all high, middle, and lower school students). Almost everything in their family's life comes from the book's royalties. However, Grandpa has not written any other works since then, and the family has never seen him write any other works. In the thirteen years that Arthur grew up, Grandpa gradually became an old man who always did bad things, he always forgot what was in front of him, he often did not know what he was doing, he always changed his expression with a blank face, he read the Bible, watched baseball games, drank whiskey... No one in the family had ever seen Grandpa write anything again, and Aunt Karen said, "He doesn't even write a grocery list." And it is rumored that Arthur Louis Pullman is creating a literary masterpiece, "A Bottle of Jack Danny". Grandpa had died five years earlier. In the past five years, Arthur has a lot of doubts in his heart, and after experiencing a series of life difficulties, he came to Truckee's "Arthur's Hut" and stumbled upon the puzzle left by his grandfather before his death. Grandpa's death was bizarre, five years ago, grandpa living in California with Alzheimer's disease suddenly disappeared, and the body was found thousands of miles away in Ohio. A week before his death Grandpa left behind a piece of paper that read, "Homes in the jungle that have been foreclosed, saints in missionary slums, sinners who have taken refuge in Church Street, Hope in the Elko Forest, security in Mecca." Chaos in the cold, ch wet veins, homage to the road and sal, a real, great goal. Arthur embarked on a journey alone to follow in Grandpa's footsteps. Chihiro, on the road, youth, suspense, "We are eternal, we are together, we are always together", "But even in those days, I can feel you, every day, I know you are there", "I once again teach myself how to walk, walk for the light, find for you", "Who are we?" ourselves? Or is it the guy we pretend? Who are you? And who am I? "The curse of being able to perceive everything is that you are painfully aware when you feel nothing," "But one day, I will come back, and I pray that you are still waiting," and "And now, in the last moments of my life, I have come here too." Finally woke up, I finally saw, finally, we eternity. Arthur tried to follow the solved puzzle all the way, looking for where the truth was? The world is a circle. "What I thought was in front of me was actually behind me. But I opened my eyes and saw myself climbing up again. My father was also an Alzheimer's patient, he was silent and not good at expression all his life, and by the time we found out that he had a language impairment and memory decline, he was already a moderate to severe Alzheimer's patient. I've tried to talk to him, and he's always been shy, especially sensitive ones like "Are you from a bad background?" "Why don't you stay in Hangzhou?" "What did Grandpa do at the Bank of Zhejiang at that time?" Why did the college students in My Grandfather's time return to their hometown to farm? Whenever this happened, Dad's eyes were filled with avoidance and panic. And when asking Dad," you wore little suits and little leather shoes when you were a kid?" "My aunt said you have a car to pick you up from school." "You used to go to school in Guozhuang, Hangzhou?" "When you met my mother, you planned to be in the Great Northwest for the rest of your life, right?" At this time, Dad's eyes shone with joy and happiness. The Alzheimer's patient has not forgotten all of them, he has never forgotten the most profound times of life, he is just lost in the dark night of life. For the rest of your life, look forward to having me like that "All the Way Glimmer" to accompany you!
The poem in the book is so moving that it is given to everyone with an Alzheimer's disease: "Some days \ I will be in a place I have been to a thousand times but never seen \ Wake up Cold airplanes, cold nothingness \ fence lines, huge machines \ twisting speed, rushing into the darkness \ and I stand in the nothingness of all this \ Some days \ are too familiar, so I do not understand why \ some days \ is a story that I have said a thousand times \ and some days \ the story will be told backwards Cold cement of a forgotten town \ Heartbroken man, heartbreaking signature \ Arthur, some days, the streets are crowded with men, women Some days \ I ask myself who I am \ And what I know is, is there anyone around \ can answer my question Lights, colors, breathing \ Golden streets are shining \ and I stand in the nothingness of all this Some days \ I am just reflex / A trampoline-like soul \ Not affected by me \ Directly bounced back Some days, my basin line \ did not turn into a shirt on my body \ And the shoes on my feet, but even in those days \ I can feel you \ every day \ I know you are there. ”
