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A book or movie whose story is told of a man with alzheimer's through the episodic memories of his son. The nature of the episodic memories is such that the audience is aware that its his son, but they are at first oblivious to the fact that the son too is aging and that through his experiences, his personal views are also changing so that in the end the man's alzheimer's is the transcendation of the man's soul and his son is his prophet.

My dad has alzheimer's because he does. He did not live the majority of his life in an emotional state. He was very much focused on the money side. As though he were carrying the full-load burden of the "American Dream".

(Constantine Yanuklis - The Constantinian Reformation

A Three Part Epic based on the travels and trevails of the Constantinian Reformation.)

****Be Advised: : Digression Notion Ahead*****

The genre would be an idea, hammered out into an array of artistic outlets. A blog, a movie, a painting, a sculpture, a pkin book, whatever.

My grandfather, Constantine Yanuklis (go throuh the spelling transition, which OH BY THE WAY IS ON A NAPKIN!!) was a Greek immigrant, although he had never stepped a foot in Greece his whole life. He was born in Turkey because of the Greco-Turkish wars around the turn of the 20th Century. He journeyed to America, coming through Ellis Island in 1918. ish A bunch of imagery of the whole Ellis Island thing, and defintely not just a boring rehash but make this an integral point of differentiation that undoubtedly impacts the audience (with a literally - yet questioningly? - ambivalent motivation).

He married my Italian grandma. I called her Mom-Mom. Or my family did when we spoke of her. She died of some heart disease around 1980. I vaguely recall Uncle Paul, my proudly, flamboyantly gay uncle, who for the first 16 years or so of my life was a complete mystery. I hadn't even seen him for like 12 years at one point to even suspect that he weren't married and didn't have any kids was because he was gay. But after a family wedding around the turn of the 90s where Uncle Paul must have had a dozen snake earrings between his two ears

When Uncle Paul re-entered my life, I think I understood something. There were clearly frameworks in my family focused on wealth generation and repentant material ambitions. But there were also a bit more privately and quietly creative passions burglaring inside their systems. So they became crazy. Each and every one of them. Because they haven't let it out yet. They haven't released themselves from the preconceived notions. The premonitions we create for ourselves after hopelessly consumed gagillions of now with. We don't trust "Now". We are fundamentally of the belief that "Now is guilty." We are sinners. We are inescapable of temptation. We are mud-draggers-of-feet when it comes to forgiveness. Some may say stuckers rather than draggers. We spend so many Nows in the past that we already have designed for ourselves what it means to be in now, which is a few nows from now. Sure, there's a limiting factor of now to go around for now, but we just decide not to trust it.

Living and Loving Alzheimer's is about coming terms to reality. Learning, comprehending, formulating, and exploring the honesty of the reality. Alzheimer's is a special place on Earth. It's the living proof of the existence of Heaven. Heaven may or may not be in existence after death, and the expression of my belief on the matter is outside the scope of this narrative. My proclamation is that Heaven is a Place on Earth. It's the constant living the moment now based on now, not before or after. Alzheimer's spares the burden of this anti-now armetarium, the barricade to a "garden of Eden."

This story goes to PopPop, Buddy, and Bud all through the lens of Bud (at varying ages POV - maybe it's an exploration of the changing "voice" of the narrator as he ages/matures/lives life).

And in the End,
Daisy Red Lane.