On an overcast Tuesday morning last October in Northford, Conn., I sat in a second-row pew in a quiet church and watched my father tell a heartwarming story about his older sister, Martha. He recalled an incident from his childhood when, as he recovered from a bike accident that injured his jaw, Martha had baked him a chocolate cake and lovingly cut it into tiny pieces so he could eat it through his stitched mouth. My father told the story that morning as part of his eulogy for Martha, the fourth and final one he delivered for his nuclear family. His father, his mother and his two older sisters all succumbed to the ravages of Alzheimer’s disease…
With Every Alzheimer’s Diagnosis, The Same Bleak Conversation
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