Jeanne never died.

I remember Jeanne. As if she never had Alzheimer’s. That’s what time does. To one’s memory. It purifies. Cleanses away the bad times. And leaves the good and wonderful stuff. It’s as if Jeanne never had Alzheimer’s. Amazing, isn’t it?  When I think of Jeanne. I’m savoring fond and loving memories. Makes me wonder if the Alzheimer’s experience was merely a figment of my imagination. Relegated to insignificance. Maybe it’s that I never lost Jeanne. Her spirit still lives. Jeanne never died. --Jim Broede