Forget Me Not

In March of 2001 my husband of 55 years died after suffering from Alzheimer's for ten agonizing years. Never in my fantasy of "living happily ever after" did I picture myself strolling down the grocery aisle debating whether my spouse would prefer Depends with Mickey Mouse on the crotch or just plain Pull Ups. It's as if step by step the Alzheimer's patient is tiptoeing back to his childhood. This book is based on my personal experiences in coping with the three stages of this dread disease illustrated in scenes and reflections from my journal. The only way I can write about this painful memory is to view in through a lens of laughter whenever possible instead of veil of tears. With no script to follow, I was forced to improvise as I went along. It has helped me to write about this devastation with the hope it may help others.