An Opened Letter to Alzheimer’s Disease

This letter helped me get some things off my chest.

photo from pixabay.com, edited by Diane Egan

Dear Alzheimer’s Disease,

I hate you. I mean I really f**king hate you. You didn’t swoop in and destroy my family. No, not at all. You crept into our lives like a cheap pair of underwear. There were no horns blaring or trumpets sounding to mark your arrival. Looking back, I realize you…