My grandma soon won't know who I am. Here's what Alzheimer’s has taught me about love

A personal essay reflecting on the emotional toll of watching a grandmother struggle with Alzheimer's disease. The author shares memories of her grandmother's resilience as a refugee and survivor, contrasting it with the slow loss of memory caused by dementia.
From afar, she looks the same as I’ve always remembered. Black hair with a few streaks of white. Wrinkles beside her eyes that form whenever she smiles. The same gentle gnarled hands that raised me. Still, looking at her lost expression, I find it hard to recognize my grandma sometimes. I know she won’t recognize me soon.
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