Our wonderful husband, friend, father, brother, and uncle, Dean, is losing his battle to the ravages of early onset Dementia. Once a poet, writer, guitarist, editor, reader, runner, thespian, comic wit, dog lover, romantic, pragmatist, and all around good guy, now lays in a hospital bed waiting for life to drain away. His last full sentence to me the other day was "I'm bored" -- something he would have never said in his normal life. This disease is awful, and we are walking to help fund research and support to enable others coming behind us to not have to go through this.
