Agreed. When you have to watch people you love slowly disappear into the permanent fog of memory loss, you find yourself with a sudden urge to punch the author of this article, because they clearly have the empathy of a brick and no knowledge of the thing they're trying to describe. Watching my FIL forget who his only son was is one of the most heartbreaking occurrences of my entire 52 years. There was no joy, no beauty, just pain and anger and fear. And I'm gonna stop now because the more I dwell on this the more I want to track down that author and beat the stupid out of them.