For six years, I watched my father slowly fade as Alzheimer’s took hold, witnessing the man I loved become a stranger to his own memories. Caring for him was heartbreaking yet tender—holding his hand, sharing fleeting moments of recognition, and navigating the sorrow and frustration together. His passing left a profound grief, but also gratitude for our time and the love that endured beyond the disease. Through this loss, I reconnected deeply with my spirituality, finding solace, meaning, and a renewed sense of inner peace that continues to guide me in life and in honoring his memory.