I’ll never forget the first time I witnessed Alzheimer’s.
My grandmother had been diagnosed while she and my grandfather resided in Florida. I hadn’t seen the two of them for some time, so when I heard that they were coming to visit my family in CA, I couldn’t wait to see their smiling faces. The excitement, however, quickly came to a halt a few minutes after their arrival. Suffice it to say that my grandmother was no longer the same; her words were jumbled and it was clear that she no longer recognized my face. Her eyes were still a beautiful light blue, but no longer sparkled as they once did. It would be a few short years until she passed.