It’s a Son of a Bitch
Alzheimer’s destroys a man from the inside out, slowly and methodically.
The old man was in his 70s. He had unkempt hair and it’s been at least a year before he had shaved. His hair was grey, not like a silver fox but grey like storm clouds that roll in just before a life changing tornado barrels through your town.
He was thin as a rail and his clothes hung on him in a way that a cheap suit hangs on…