A fresh, brand-new, crushing heartbreak is what I feel every morning when I see that my dear wife of more than 50 years has lost another tiny part of herself to this cruel disease. She is still mostly aware of how impaired she is, and that causes her her own grief, frustration, humiliation, and fear. Almost every evening she says she's sorry for being so confused, distracted, and forgetful, and she asks if there's a cure yet. "Not yet, but many people are working hard on it," I reply, smiling to hold back tears. All my attempts to comfort her, to reassure and encourage her seem so pathetically small against the inevitability of what continues to creep forward almost imperceptibly day after day. I hate feeling so helpless. 

So I take the energy of my grief and anguish, and I channel it into raising funds on the Walk to End Alzheimer's. The generosity and caring of my friends and walking teammates comfort and encourage me. I don't expect that a treatment or cure will arrive in time to help her, but if some day, someone else just as bright, talented, and sweet as she is is saved from this, and someone else just as deeply in love as I am is spared having to endure this, then our efforts will all be worthwhile. Please donate what you can to my team. ALL CONTRIBUTIONS WILL BE MATCHED. 

Thank you.