I began writing this book as an outlet for the grief I was feeling over the loss of my dear friend Auxiliary Bishop Robert W. Donnelly. By utilizing the journal I had kept for eight years, I created a story of our times together. After devoting almost a year to writing this story, I realized I had something that was valuable to me and could be to others who might find themselves in similar situations. It is a significant story for anyone who has ever known and/or experienced the loss of someone through Alzheimer’s. It is also a story that I hope will rekindle society’s love for all of humankind whether it be the unborn with unknown possibilities or the oldest who have made countless and often untold contributions to society.
I began writing this book as an outlet for the grief I was feeling over the loss of my dear friend Auxiliary Bishop Robert W. Donnelly. By utilizing the journal I had kept for eight years, I created a story of our times together. After devoting almost a year to writing this story, I realized I had something that was valuable to me and could be to others who might find themselves in similar situations. It is a significant story for anyone who has ever known and/or experienced the loss of someone through Alzheimer’s. It is also a story that I hope will rekindle society’s love for all of humankind whether it be the unborn with unknown possibilities or the oldest who have made countless and often untold contributions to society.