The First Time I Forgot

Yesterday President Biden pulled out of the Presidential race and for a split second, I thought I would have to tell you when I saw you. You would have had an opinion but only if it were a couple years ago. At the end you would have raised your eyebrows and listened to me go on and on about how unprecedented this is and how it took real balls and real selflessness for President Biden. 

Maybe you still would have had an opinion but Parkinson's disease stole your voice and lots of the processing places of your brain. I hate it. I hate this. I hate hurting. I hate how many more times I will momentarily forget. 

I hate the most that you're just gone.

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