for o me and said, quot;Os o me? Please ; A knot ted in my stomac I dared not t.

    Six days later tor met ests. I did not understand t understand t I suppose it is because I am afraid to kno an  back t day.

    t day  day I ever spent. I looked t read and played games I did not t. Finally o  us do I remember clearly t my own hands were shaking.

    quot;Im so sorry to o tell you t; Dr. Barn;but you seem to be in tages of Alz;

    My mind  blank, and all I could t  t glowed above our heads.

    tages of Alzheimers . . .

    My  ig to ;O;

    And as tears started to fall, to me again:... Alzheimers...

    It is a barren disease, as empty and lifeless as a desert. It is a ts and souls and memories. I did not knoo say to h.

    tor  my age in hink was:

    No droop;...

    A s  t me no comfort. I dont kno or hem.

    e rocked to and fro, and Allie, my dream, my timeless beauty, told me she was sorry.

    I kneo forgive, and I ; I y as a junked stovepipe (火炉的烟囱).

    I remember only bits and pieces of Dr. Barninuing explanation.

    quot;Its a degenerative brain disorder affecting memory and personality . . . to tell  it  differs from person to person ... I er t ime … Im sorry to be to tell you … quot;

    Im sorry...

    Im sorry...

    Im sorry...

    Everyone hemselves.

    I dont remember leaving tors office, and I dont remember driving home.

    My memories of t day are gone, and in the same.

    It  of it,