My father lost his battle with Alzheimer's this morning after years of torment from it. He's now in a much better place where he won't ever forget how to form a sentence or be totally confused by everything around him ever again. I know this is definitely for the best, but I miss him so much already. The thing is, he was already gone awhile ago -- the disease took his brain away a broken neuron at a time over the span of years. Even so, even though this guy I just spent months with was a shadow of my father, I find myself absolutely reeling from the huge void he's left behind.
Alzheimer's is just a horrible disease; I'm so glad he's finally free of it.