As I lie in bed about to go to sleep at our favorite time, 11:11, with the rabbits, cow, horse, and Madonna looking down on us from the markings left on the concrete ceiling of our condo, tears remind me of the other night when I apologized for having been so impatient with him. He responded, "Michael, I do not expect you to change, just be here." This story is dedicated to Gregory, he is not a victim of Alzheimer's Disease, he is a hero. His calm demeanor continues to shine through the language loss, the confusion, the misunderstandings, my impatience. This story is dedicated to Gregory. I love him so and now for sure … More Than Ever!