Thanks so much. I watched my grandfather's decline under the disease and it isn't a pretty process. Luckily, we had a lot of kind people to support him to the end, and even to allow him to go out.
Near the end, it was tough. People would think he was drunk because of his movements, but the staff at a restaurant he was a regular at always made him feel welcome, even giving him a special parking space near the back door. Little things like that mean so much.