What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

You are, and always have been, my dream.

Alzheimer's ... it is a barren disease, as empty and lifeless as a desert. It is a thief of hearts and souls and memories.

Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.

Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that.

A story about family, first loves, second chances, and the moments in life that leads you back home

Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.