“Memory loss teaches us not to entrance ourselves in the repetitive.”

That's from Tamanend by the way. This quote reminds us that even when memory fails, love lives somewhere deeper in the body than just the brain. No disease can take away that kind of bond between two people.
My sister picked me up at the ER yesterday morning, and as I said to her, :"I am so glad to see you..." She said, "I am placing my husband in an assisted living facility at the end of the month because he can no longer be left alone...." My hero from the time I was 10 now resembles a large child, 6'5" and very handsome. I never had a brother, and he and I became fast friends, especially when he bought his first sports car, a bright red TR6 convertible. My grief is enormous for my sister mostly, because her husband thinks the move will be "fun." Games to improve his memory, the facility is a few minutes walk from his daughter and son in law's home, along with his young grandchildren. I feel such an enormous sense of overwhelming grief, that I have been crying all day. If I were inclined, I would raise my fist in the air and yell at the "gods and goddesses." Oh, what an awful awful disease. I am sure you all know how I must be feeling just now at 0330.
Thank you.