
I spent part of the evening yesterday and most of the morning today inside the Alzheimer’s section of the very good residential facility where Dale lives. I am ten years younger than he is, and I can easily remember him when he was the handsome young husband to Angie. Margaret remembers him when he was a handsome young sailor. These days he is having a difficult time remembering anything and anyone. Even with the ravages of Alzheimer’s scrambling his thoughts, he remembers enough to say often, “I have had a good life.”

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