I Remember the day I brought my very competitive fiancé to meet my very competitive grandfather for the first time for a round of golf. I had told James stories about Granddaddy and his love of games and his mischievous sense of humor, but had also warned him that Granddaddy was fading into Alzheimer’s disease. So at the first hole when my grandfather claimed the closest ball as his own, James assumed he was just confused. But by the sixth hole, with my grandfather’s sly grin getting bigger every time they got out of the cart, James wasn’t so sure whether Granddaddy couldn’t remember that his ball was off in the rough or whether this was just old-fashioned hazing. Either way, Granddaddy was gleeful at the end of the round when they came back and told us his remarkable score and James’s terrible one.
—Meg Smith
Chief Executive Officer
Cure Alzheimer’s Fund