I met my partners grandpa right around the time he was diagnosed with dementia, I go to the cottage he built on Lilac Lane, and can't help but think of him.
It's always quiet now, on Lilac Lane. The only sounds around are the crashing of the water against the dock you built. I go there once a year, and I see things as if you are still around. I see you, in him, I see your humor, I see your smile. When we met, your mind decided to go somewhere else. I continue to wonder if you truly knew who I was to him. I think about you often, but not often enough. Your energy is kept in Lilac Lane, and it will continue to do so for as long as it stands.