I know all too well about Alzheimers. My wife and I cared for my mother in our home for the two years that it took to kill her. On the last night I kissed her goodbye and by morning she had passed on. I can still feel the striking coldness of her forehead on my hand when I went to check on her. Then I helped the funeral director straighten out her body, put her in the remains bag and carry her body out to the hearse. She barely weighed 70 pounds.

My heartfelt condolences, that must have been terrible, I lost my father-in-law to it at the ripe old age of 59 and it left me with memories I'll never forget.