Terminal Lucidity
- solidfoodpress
- Oct 27
- 1 min read
by Todd Matson
Seeing her son as father,
her daughter as mother,
she launched into a long
convoluted lecture, censors
short-circuiting at age 97,
the repressed returning,
feelings swallowed, words
choked back since age 7
making a grand entrance
from a hospice bed:
Stop fighting about money,
about whom gets what. For
the love of God, what do you
care more about: your house
or your child, your car or your
child, your furniture or your
child, your pots, pans and
silverware or your child,
your nest egg or your child?
Just as dementia has a way
of cutting through red tape,
truth has a way of slipping
through cracks of delusion,
certain questions have a way
of landing on the doorsteps
of anyone with ears to hear:
For the love of God, who
are we: vultures driven by
hunger or sons and daughters,
brothers and sisters driven
by love for one another?



