Today was the perfect day to believe anything and everything is possible. Dad’s exuberant joie de vivre matched the brilliance of the sun-drenched spring day as he transformed before my eyes into the loving father he had always been with his children before Alzheimer’s entered the picture. This was the old ‘us’ but somehow it seemed even better. I could not bear the thought of the disease destroying all memory of his family but with each passing day it became more difficult for me to believe that would happen to us. Forget his wife? Forget his sons and daughters? Forget me? His affectionate greeting and subsequent walk out to the parking lot convinced me he must know who I am. I knew he recognized me as the friendly lady who liked to talk to him about his pictures and take him out for long drives in the country but was that all he saw in me? Maybe this was the moment to ask him what I’d been afraid to ask – fearing a reply I wasn’t ready to accept. I was ready now. And so was he.