How Do You Take Someone’s Freedom

I watch as the slippage peeks out here and there. I hear the questions repeated and know the previous asking has been forgotten. I see the slow, gray veil of confusion imperceptibly descending little by little. I am powerless to stop it; powerless to stem the damage to the mind. How do I tell them it’s time? What does it take to go to someone and tell them they are not the person they still believe they are? Does anyone have the will to be unshaken by the look of hurt or confusion that follows? Can I muster the fortitude to believe I am doing the right thing even though the sadness is telling me to take it all back and convince myself that it just isn’t that bad? The person before me is not the same, but I still care for them as I always have. They...