This poem was taken from Chasers of the Light: Poems from the typewriter series. Tyler Knott Gregson. 2014. It could be an apt description of Gregory and my relationship through the Alzheimer's Journey.
I do not know if I am the roof, worn and rusted and broken in more places than I am whole, and you are the light, shining through and making those gaps seem beautiful...
or, if I am the light, and you are the roof that is too scared to toss aside the shingles, cast away the nails, and bask in my warmth until you forget you were ever broken at all.
I do not know, and I do not know if I ever will.