Rem, as someone who has been dealing with memory issues, but thankfully not this horrible disease, I have tears down my face. I know the feeling of losing part of myself, my most precious memories, its frustrating, its painful, it makes me feel less alive. When my family or friends and even my own children ask me.. 'remember when', I stare at them with a half smile and tell them to remind me. I hope they don't know I do not remember, but I know that they know because of the sadness that is in their eyes right before they tell the story. I feel like I am watching someone else's life but also know that somewhere, somehow this was my life too. I hope I never end up having Alzheimer's disease, but I also wish someone will fix my brain so I can live fully again, I am half of something else altogether.