Pam, Your Alzheimer's series meant so much to me. My father has this terrible disease, and just as your mother is being stolen little by little from you, my big, strong, handsome father is gone from me. He looks at me with eyes that show no sign of recognition, and the smile that I loved so much is pretty much just a memory. Once in a great while there is a flash of the funny, smart man I loved, and I celebrate those small and meaningful moments. Recently, I lost my job to "a reallocation of work force resources." It sucks. So many times as I've been working through the shock and the grief of this loss, I have wanted my father to simply put his arms around me and tell me it will be okay, in the manner he has done so many times throughout my life. He can't. And I miss him. Even though he is still here, he isn't. No one who hasn't experienced this slow, deadly loss can truly understand. Your unique and personal experience lent a special authenticity to your work on this series. Thank you.

Jan Hamilton Powell