Editor-in-Chief
I shouldn’t have been surprised.
In the May issue, I wrote a piece about forgetting—or maybe not forgetting—to turn on Gracie’s collar light one night and how that led to a torrent of self-doubt about the state of my memory. Could it portend more dire developments, considering my family history of dementia? I wondered if other people shared that same fear for themselves or family members. I called the piece Forgetting to Remember and invited your comments. Boy, did you respond.
You shared your experiences with your parents, grandparents, spouses, siblings and, most important, you shared about yourselves, your fears and your faith. I was humbled by the bravery of your stories, inspired by your honesty and deeply moved by the candor with which you revealed your own struggles…
