By Mari Pothier | firstname.lastname@example.org
Walking into the Alzheimer’s ward my eyes immediately began to fill up with tears. I tried to contain the drops that dripped from my eyes because I didn’t want to make my grandfather sad. Blinded by the tears I was holding back I struggled to see as we walked down the hall. But then I saw my grandmother wandering aimlessly towards us. She looked at my mother, grandfather and I but continued to walk past. It was then I lost control, she didn’t remember us anymore.