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The worse thing that could happen.

We all have them. Those friends or relations who believe they are the
most hard done to. They believe they have been dealt a rough hand by
all and there mite. God, Buddha even the Dentist has been unjust to
them. When really self pity is there only true plight!

'It is so unfair' she says to me as she drinks a twenty pound bottle of
wine from an elegant crystal glass.

As I listen, smirking a little at her expense, I think back to a man I
once knew.

'Hello, hello' he would call from his bed in his confined room. I would
ask if he was alright and he would request the light.

'Pitch black in here' he would say in his adorable southern voice. I
would put all the lights on full and give him his glasses. Then I
needed to explain his eyes weren't too good this week.

'Not skimping on the electric are you' he would joke once he had caught
up with this year's medical state. I helped him dress and then we would
have a coffee before things got hectic. He had been a great musician in
his younger days and would tell me great stories of his life. Stories
which I would not attempt to retell now as I do not have the passion
nor the conviction that he had in there telling and would thus do his
memory an injustice in trying.

My self pitiful friend is still rambling over the down fall of her
exquisite designer dress.

I wish I could put her there. Put her in that mans position. Perhaps I
am too judgmental. But if she had felt as my heart had done the months
before Alzheimer's took my friend. If she had known the person he had
been. How he had loved his wife so dearly. The stories he had told me
of this beautiful women who had long since passed away. Her picture he
could no longer see but would hold and could remember her every feature
in remarkable detail. If only my self pitying friend had known this and
also been there the morning he could no longer remember his wife. The
day the musician's tears sang out because he knew he had a wife,
because he knew he had loved her, and that he had two children who
resembled that love. But he no longer remembered her face, her features
or even her name.