Oh if just for one day—24 hours—I could be young again. Let’s say 70 or 75—without Alzheimer’s, and with a healthy body—oh, what a day I would have. I would get up early and walk around the block, like I used to do when we first moved into this house. I would wave at my neighbors as they went to work. I’d take some of them their papers up to their front door, so they didnt have to walk out in the driveway in their pajamas. I would pet the dogs I passed as they were being walked by their owners. Oh, what a walk I would have.

I would come home and get in the car, and boy oh boy would I drive…I would drive to see some friends of mine and pick them up in my car and we would just drive around like teenagers for a couple of hours, going where we wanted to go, not relying on anyone to take us.

I would dance, oh, would I dance. I would twirl around, I would Cha Cha, I would Tango, do the Twist, all types of dancing. Then, I would go to the bathroom, all by myself, take a long, long bubblebath, with no help from anyone. Read more…