TV and movies like to paint a painful, but sweet view of dementia, almost a part of aging, where some 90 year old lady in a nursing home thinks everyone is Harry Truman. Unfortunately, the sad fact is that all too often, it's people like my father, a hearty 57 year old without a grey hair on his head, an aircraft mechanic, small business owner, and unparalleled craftsman who built many wonderful things as I grew up, but was unable to run a doorknob for years before his death; a calm and patient man who slowly descended into terror as his brain died.
This year, while we can't walk all together, we can still honor his memory by raising money in the hope that one day, nobody will have to face the same fate he did.
Thank you for helping advance Alzheimer's support, care and research.
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