My Grandmother: The Vietnam Hero

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.When I gazed into the eyes of my grandmother and my hero, I had no idea that those familiar brown eyes no longer knew who I was. I knew she was stumbling in life and that for the first time in over 10 years, she was separated from my grandfather and placed into an assisted living community. My hero was falling, but to what extent I failed to grasp until that first and most difficult visit. No one in the family knew my grandmother suffered from alzheimer 's until the disease had already run rampant throughout her strong mind. It turned her memories against her, seemingly repositioning her life changing the Vietnam hero and sheriff into a woman who knew not even herself. With each visit, she seemed to only split further, confused at the
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