The person you know→
When you lose someone to Alzheimer’s you lose them twice, and the first time tends to be the harder of the two. The person you know is gone, and you are left with a ghost. A ghost who has the same shape as your grandmother, and the same smile as your grandmother. And you love her, because she is your grandmother. But your grandmother has also left. The pain of being able to touch someone who is no longer there is unbearable. And when the second death comes, the death of body, there is almost a sense of relief, and along with that, of course, the shame of feeling it.