Alzheimer's disease locks all the doors and exits. There is no reprieve, no escape.

Loss teaches you to figure things out as they come along.

The house I grew up in had large plate-glass windows, which birds frequently crashed into headfirst. My father helped me assemble a bird hospital, consisting of a few shoe boxes, some old rags, and tiny dishes for water and food.

That is your legacy on this Earth when you leave this Earth: how many hearts you touched.

And as far as false hope, there is no such thing. There is only hope or the absence of hope - nothing else.

It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.

The memories stayed with him for so long, and stayed vivid. And it didn't matter to me that he'd already repeated that before. I could hear it forever.