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February 6, 2012
My personal story with Alzheimer’s disease..elliphantom: My Handsome Grandpa I never saw my grandpa like this, tall an athletic. By the time I was born, my grandpa had survived 2 strokes and was in his early stages of Alzheimer’s disease. Despite his memory loss, we developed a close bond. He’s the reason I love 客家 food, the reason I love San Diego day trips, and the reason I love being a Peng彭. In high school, I went to visit him in Taiwan. At that point, Alzheimer’s had taken pretty much his whole memory. My mom, sister, and I walked into his room and greeted him. No response.But then I felt someone hold my hand…. and it was my grandpa. No words were exchanged. He just stroked my hand and cried. At that moment, I knew he remembered and loved us. I am lucky to have gotten that last glimpse of recognition. But for many people, that recognition never comes back. Let’s do something to save our memories. Join the Big or Bigger movement and donate a memory of your First Love.

My personal story with Alzheimer’s disease..
elliphantom:

My Handsome Grandpa

I never saw my grandpa like this, tall an athletic. By the time I was born, my grandpa had survived 2 strokes and was in his early stages of Alzheimer’s disease. Despite his memory loss, we developed a close bond. He’s the reason I love 客家 food, the reason I love San Diego day trips, and the reason I love being a Peng彭.

In high school, I went to visit him in Taiwan. At that point, Alzheimer’s had taken pretty much his whole memory. My mom, sister, and I walked into his room and greeted him. No response.

But then I felt someone hold my hand…. and it was my grandpa. No words were exchanged. He just stroked my hand and cried. At that moment, I knew he remembered and loved us.

I am lucky to have gotten that last glimpse of recognition. But for many people, that recognition never comes back. Let’s do something to save our memories. Join the Big or Bigger movement and donate a memory of your First Love.

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