That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love - that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false.

Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.

Dementia was like a truth serum.

The forbidden things were a great influence on my life. I was forbidden from reading A Catcher in the Rye.

But I was no longer sacared. I could see what was inside me. -Lindo

I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

My parents had very high expectations. They expected me to get straight A's from the time I was in kindergarten.