He took another breath. A long, shaking one.
“It’s Alzheimer’s,” he said. “Early onset. The doctor says I’m in the early stages. She says there are medicines that might slow it down. She says I might have years. Good years. But she also said it’s going to get worse. And one day, I’m going to forget things I never thought I could forget.”
He looked straight into the camera again. His eyes were wet.
“One day I might forget you, Lee.”
I made a sound. I don’t know what kind of sound. Something torn.
“And I can’t…” He stopped. He pressed his fist against his mouth. When he took it away, he was crying openly. “I can’t stand that. I can’t stand the idea of looking at you and not knowing. So I’m doing something about it. While I still can. Everything’s in this folder. And I’ll explain it all. But I wanted you to hear this part from me first. In my own voice. While it’s still my voice.”
