Life Is What Happens
My daughter Deanna, a widow with no children, was quite independent. She was often driven by an undervalued unappreciated stroke of genius, apparent by her knowledge on a great many subjects, and an artistic talent which regularly caught us unawares. When it came to her next venture, characteristically, her modus operandi always kept us in suspense. Deanna was diagnosed in 2012 with frontotemporal dementia, (FTD). This diagnoss came years after her family, three brothers, sister, mom and stepdad frequently observed her baffling behavior.