Many of us made some amazing memories yesterday. The first Thanksgiving together after the Pandemic, sharing the day with family and friends. We often take for granted the memories we make and assume we will have and cherish them always.
But then one day, forgetfulness and the slow loss of those once cherished memories washes over someone we love making it more difficult than anything we have ever had to experience.
Our friend, Nichole, was one of those persons. She noticed that her grandfather, Robert, began to confuse her and her mother. Then one night he was unable to find his way home from his office. Robert called her confused and angry because he felt that someone had changed the names of the streets.
Soon, the staff at the hospital where Robert was a physician became concerned when he was unable to complete simple calculations that could mean the difference between life and death for his patients. Nichole, saddened and heartbroken, watched as the man who commanded respect in every part of his life became unsure and scared.
