Like so many stories this one has a sad ending. This is a story of another victim of Alzheimer's, my father Larry Brown. My dad was a man full of life. He was a electrician and a fishermen. He was the one who taugth me how to drive and laugh at some of things life throws at you. When he was diagnosed at the age of 52 with Alzheimer's I was devastated! Right then and there I started doing research on different ways to prolong his life. Sadly the disease would be stronger than I could ever imagine. At the age of 56, dad had to be put in a home. My mom could no longer care for him. He needed 24/7 care. It was truly a sad day to see him in the home. Here was my dad with his dark brown curly hair and young face, living in a nursing home. He couldn't feed himself or talk anymore. Every time I was there, I would hold his hand and tell him how much I loved him and that I would see him through to the end. Dad would never get to know his granddaughter. On July 16th 2001 my dad pasted away. He pasted away in his sleep in his favorite chair. Dad was 58 years old. Too young to leave this world. But I understand why he wanted to go. His quality of life was gone. Alzheimer's may have claimed his body, but never his soul! Angels on your body Dad!!
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