I hate what you have taken. I hate the disease that you are. You are my grandmas shadow, I can not look at her without seeing you, and what you have taken. This mornng was hard, you cause my grandma to forget just enough so that she wants to know why this is happening, but not enough so that she doesn't cry when I remind her of why. You fill her mind at night with images of scenarios long gone, of people who simply are not there, and it torments her. We are left to sift through what is reality, and what is the delusion you have ushered in. This Saturday I am joining a walk to End Alzhiemrs, to put a stop to the destruction you leave in your wake. You disgust, and anger me!
- A frusterated family member left to pick up the pieces
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