Since our writing workshop last week I’ve changed the focus of my paper. I was writing a life history of my father, but due to the state of his treatment right now he would prefer to not share his details right now. This was after conducting a couple interviews with him already. I respect his privacy, so I’ve had to get a quick jump on the topic I’ve switched too. My grandmother recently passed away from Alzheimer’s and her story is one that I’ve always kept in the back of my mind. During her disease, I watched her slowly start to fade into another person and lose capabilities to remember her family and events she once enjoyed. She used to tell me stories about her childhood over and over again and I used to get tired of hearing them but she loved to talk about it. Now I would give anything to hear her tell me those stories like she used too. The last year before she passed away she didn’t understand who we were and she rarely spoke but when we started singing her favorite Indonesian song she would join in, remembering every word. I remembered always being in awe, as I would see her whole demeanor change as she heard familiar music from her past. Our family went through changes as well, we were able to see who would end up helping their own mother through this disease and who wouldn’t. I saw my own flesh and blood in a new light and since then, nothing has ever been the same. This gives me the ability to give life to those moments I saw my grandma overcome her disease all because of her memories.