It's weird. My great-aunt just died, and she had Alzheimer's. To a small extent, you don't get too upset when they die. You're more upset when the are diagnosed, because once their memory is gone they are forced into some sort of limbo. The mind is dying, the body still intact. Death is not a punishment or a cummulation of organs failing anymore -- it is a release, a chance to go somewhere where the mind moves from one corner of the universe to the other faster than light. Regan took this diagnosis honorably, as a gentleman. I have to wonder if I would act as noble if I were given the same sort of news, or if I would end everything right there.
Three cheers, President Regan. You can go rest now. We will see you again.
