Alzheimer's

My mom was a woman of many words, and my dad was a man of few.

My sister has forgotten much of her life. But she kept the notes I gave her as a child. Now, as her words fade, we read them together—and something remains.

When my grandfather, lost to Alzheimer’s, quietly took apart a sink to retrieve my sister’s contact lens, we saw him clearly for the first time. For one brief moment, he was not a burden—he was a hero.

In a Veterans memory care unit, one daughter discovered prescription costs were nearly five times higher through the facility’s contracted pharmacy. By organizing families into a family council and presenting documented price comparisons, they secured lower medication costs and strengthened collective advocacy.