Dear Alzheimer’s Disease,
Here’s the thing I hate about you: You kill twice. First the mind, then the body. You are meaner than a crocodile. Actually, I don’t think crocodiles are that mean. They kill when they are hungry. You just eat away at random memories until they are gone, and the shell of a human is left. And when we thought our grief was at its height, then you take the body too.
Last night I dreamt that I was at my stepfather Bill Darrow’s bedside as he was dying of cancer (which he did about three years ago). In the dream, I kept saying to myself “this is so strange because I did this already.” How could Bill die twice?
When I woke up, I realized that’s what is happening to Beau. We will lose him twice.
By the way, Mr. Alzheimer’s Disease, this is a picture of a rare albinio alligator. He’s kind of like a Bercaw: pale and scared, but able to fight back with big grin.