Today I lost someone due to age/Alzheimer's Disease. I realize that today the person I knew was gone long ago. I'm sad... It feels so final. One of the most terrifying things in life would be to loose one's mind. It's hard to imagine. That's why I create. Things we create are visual snapshots of the essence of who we are and what we were. As long as the things we create survive, we're immortal (in the earthly sense that is). I have to decide how to deal with this loss and somehow-I have to move on. I have to keep going even though I feel like I'm being crushed. I keep telling myself that today is her first day of true freedom in the last 10 years-and I try to take comfort from that thought.