About losing him to Alzheimers, it's so amazing that I don't think he ever got to where he didn't recognize me. I consider that such a blessing. There was only one time he looked at me kind of funny but I think it was because he was so tired and the next day he responded to me the way he always did. He wanted to go for such a long time before he finally died. In January, he told David, "I'm about to die. I love you." 

Before David came, he told me, "I want to go home pretty soon." It was one of those times where I thought he was using going home for a metaphor of dying or in the sense of "going home to be with the Lord," and I asked him if he could wait two weeks until after David came. He said, "That's a long time." But he did wait. I'm so grateful and so is David.