Sweet Valentine's

I finished "Still Alice" at 4AM yesterday, on Valentine's actually. It was probably another best book I've read so far this year… so moving, heart-breakingly real, and full of love. I didn't pick the book myself, it picked me. This book is written by a Harvard Ph.D. in Neuroscience, and it's about a brilliant professor in her fifty who was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer and how much that has changed her life and others'.

My grandmother has Alzheimer.

I could never have understood what I just have if I didn't read this book. I'm sure there are plenty other ways to learn about the subject, but somehow, a story told seems to be a much better approach. And I was right. I never could have understood that much about sacrifices, about choices you would have to make, experience you would have to go through, about how strong and far love can make you and take you to. I realize what I've been seeing, hearing, and thinking that I know, is not even close to what my beloved ones are going through. I gain such great admiration towards my grandfather, my mom, my aunts and uncles, and my grandmother mostly. And I see for myself, though I'm sure not all of it, the meaning of identity and living a life that matters, about what a crisis does to relationships, and vice versa.

I had a great Valentine's day, though I didn't really have any chocolates, or red roses. But I love and I am loved. And isn't that what matters most, in the end?

Much love from me to all my loved ones. You know who you are.

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