Larry was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s disease,
He’s at the beginning of the journey toward the end. Yeah, I mean, they’ve given him the magical pill, but there aren’t any guarantees.
Well, just that one guarantee.
Larry’s been making art that evolves from nature for a long time.
He’s put the essentially impermanent into a state of forever. He’s too old and dyslexic to be on Etsy. He sells a piece now and then when the spirit allows it.
What is this diagnoses all about? Does it starts a long walk into tomorrow or nothing or what? How is it changing things?
Larry doesn’t have family. His sister died from Alzheimer’s. He lives alone. All he has is a few friends, a very old dog, a house in the ‘hood, and his art.
I don’t know how I feel, other than desolate with the news of my friend. I don’t know what to think of about this. Or how to help.
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