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I remember looking at his picture and thinking 'How lucky was he'. Every failure, every mistake, every tragedy that occurred in his life; he was able to forget. He escaped the pain of his children's decisions. He was able to just be. Alzheimer's was God's gift to him, so that he could die without a broken heart.

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