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  • My parents were both in their seventies and married more than 50 years when dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. He became a bit unsteady as time went on and lost his balance often. Mom had her balance but very bad knees.

    The first time I saw them do it it brought tears to my eyes. They would approach a curb, a simple curb no more than 6 or 7 inches, and instinctively they reached for each others hand to go down together. Mom would steady dad so he didn't lose his balance. Dad's shuffling therefore slower movement ensured a softer landing, easier on mom's knees. It was a long way down for them, that curb. And, as it played out, it would be a long way down the path of physical infirmity for both of them until they finally came to their rest.

    It was one indignity after another. But they met them together. And they met them holding hands.
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