My grandpa died from it 3 years ago to this day. He was a tough old SOB. Wasn't very nice to people most of his life. But as the Alzheimer's got worse he became more friendly, even making friends with people in the home my family had to put him in.
I remember my dad and I sitting down with him one visit and listening in awe as he described his basic training for the Navy in 1943. Really neat experience that I'm glad I had with him.
He lived a lot longer than the doctors predicted, about 3 full weeks after they first thought he would go. Eventually, they removed his tubes and all that and he hung on, until my grandmother told him that she would be ok, that he could go and didn't have to take care of her anymore. Apparently he kept fighting because he needed to take care of her. He let go after the talk. Anytime I need personal strength, I think about my grandpa and how long he held out, just to fulfill his responsibilities.
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"True bliss is not something you search for, true bliss is already living inside us all, and sometimes it takes a roomfull of others to lead us to the mirror of your soul." - CosmicPal (10-3-03)  
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