HE WAS A LIAR TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY WHO LOST THE MEMORY AND BODY HE ONCE OWNED EXCLUSIVELY

Some people forgive and some forget. Others can’t remember what they forgot to forgive and took it with them when they met their too-da-loo Waterloo.

He recalled all the rotten things his mind reminded him of, this and that and a lot that he forgot.

Why has all this been so amiss in the abyss of forgiving inside the body he had resided in during all the years of lies to friends who trusted him and found his fantasies reassuring and enduring.

“Has my memory taken leave of me?” he wondered? “Is it playing hide and seek with me? Why must it do these things to me?”

He was too ashamed to face the disgrace of wasted years, unshed tears and baseless fears.

The thought he fought in his youth had proven to be the awful truth of his declining, defining years. His mind and memory no longer belonged to him. He belonged to It.

To remember what he tried his best to deny en flamed his shameful past that haunted and taunted him, yet wanted him not to forget.

When he died they buried him in a plot surrounded by blooming forget-me-nots.
They put this eulogy on his stone: “He forgot to die or notify his friends and relatives of his demise, Now here he lies beneath this stone, alone, with all his lies, barred forever from Paradise.”