Grace Under Fire

摘要

Several Years Into My Father's journey down the narrowing road of Alzheimer's, when he was still going out for walks, I looped my arm through his one afternoon and walked with him along a leafy street near my parents' home. A few people recognized him, waved and called out, "Hello, Mr. President" and "God bless you." He smiled and waved back. Then he looked at me, confused, and asked, "Do I know them?"rnNo, Dad, I said. "They recognized you and wanted to say hello." He looked even more perplexed. "But how do they know me?"