Your mother had Alzheimer’s; and it could have been genetic.

As a neurosurgeon, and a husband, Derek was naturally concerned. He wanted you to get tested to see if you carried the gene, but you refused out of fear and anxiety.

Every time you’d lose your car keys, or misplace your phone, he would worry. And when you started to walk about having kids, he was even more worried. What if you did have the Alzheimer’s strain? Would you pass it on to your children?

He wanted to beg on his knees for someone, anyone, to change the prophecy. He wanted his family to be healthy, and didn’t want any of his loved ones to ever deal with the degenerative disease. He saw the pain in your eyes, every time you would visit your late mother, praying that she would miraculously become lucid and remember you..