My late husband had Alzheimer’s for the last 13 years of his life. He used to love to cook and he ate everything I made for him. As he lay dying, the hospice nurse was with me and he requested his usual breakfast. The nurse said that he could have some water, but he looked at me and asked me to make his favorite breakfast. He was about to go into a coma, but I made him an omelet, orange juice, sausages, bacon, coffee and a croissant. He ate everything and talked a little and then he closed his eyes and went into a coma. He died the next morning. It’s been 11 years and I still miss him every day even though I remarried two years after he died.