My dearest grandmother your illness makes no sense. I would love to ask Mr. Alzheimer’s does it makes him eager to provide such information. Why in the hell did he beat at your door? I sometimes wonder if no one was at home when he arrived would he have changed his mind. I often wonder if karma’s behind it all. Is that why the numbers are staggering? Will we ever know why afflictions come up and manifest itself into some families and not others? Well mother dear, you may not remember my name, but I remember yours. You may not remember my birthday, but I yours. I may seem like a stranger to you, but to me you will always be my Madea.