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Cynthia had loved hiking in the Sierra wilderness. Now, seven years after premature Alzheimer’s had taken control of her husband’s life, walking among the conifers was limited to a once-a-year treat, and a short one at that.
This day Cynthia led Lloyd to a precipitous mountain trail. As her husband disappeared around a bend, Cynthia tried to remember what life had been like before he was a constant combination of anger and confusion.
She couldn’t see Lloyd. Still, she lingered. When she didn’t hear anything, she suddenly needed him. Around the bend, there was Lloyd making faces at a chipmunk.