He remembers neither my name, nor who I am. 
Looking into his eyes is like looking into a painting of vast nothingness. 
He looks at me in confusion... 
Who is this person, and why are they calling me daddy? 
Alzheimer's took more than just memories...it took my father. 
The man whom half of my genes came from, 
yet the man who doesn't know one thing about me... 
and never will.