Yesterday I went to see my dying Grandfather. I was told he was going downhill fast and if I wanted to see him one last time I should come over right away. It has been a pretty steady trip downwards all summer. But he got a little cold and that seemed to cause him to give up all desire to go on living. (Today I saw an article on the subject of colds and Alzheimer’s that shows that my Grandfather’s experience is not all that unique.) (To read the rest, click here….)