(This blog is supposed to be a letter to a person who has hurt me recently, but the nice thing is that I haven't been hurt by anyone recently, so this isn't directed to a person) This is a picture of my Papaw, my son, my niece and my brother from last Easter (yes, my brother is holding a purse being funny because he used it to hunt easter eggs...I don't claim my brother is super cool or anything). Dear Alzheimers, You've stolen my grandfather from me, and I hate you. My Papaw is gone. There's a person who looks like him and sort of sounds like him when he can make intelligible sounds but my Papaw isn't there. And it's all your fault. It's not fair for you to take away the greatest man I've ever known and turn him into the way he is now. A man who doesn't even remember my name, or anyone else's for that matter. My son deserved to know that man and he doesn't. The Papaw he knows is an old man who needs to be watched 24/7 to make sure he do...
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