Steve

Steve

Writing about Open Class Action Lawsuits and Dementia Science and Tips since 2019!

Why I Keep Coming Back, Even When She Doesn’t Know Me

There’s something about coming back to someone who doesn’t even know you that pulls at the heart in a way that’s hard to explain. It’s not about logic or fairness—it’s about a deep, often unspoken connection that keeps drawing you…

How I Learned to Speak with My Eyes

Learning to speak with my eyes was not something that happened overnight. It started as a simple awareness of how much can be said without words, just through the way I looked at people. Over time, I realized that my…

Sometimes, Silence Says More Than Words

Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words ever could. When we pause and choose not to fill every moment with talking, we create space for deeper understanding and connection. Silence allows thoughts to settle and emotions to surface in ways that…

Even in the Fog, She Knows Love

Even when the world around her is shrouded in fog, she knows love clearly. The fog may blur the shapes and mute the colors of everything she sees, but it cannot cloud what she feels deep inside. Love is not…

When She Forgot How to Use a Fork

When she forgot how to use a fork, it was more than just a small hiccup at the dinner table—it was a moment that made everyone pause. Imagine sitting down to eat, fork in hand, but suddenly the simple act…

How Dementia Made Me a Better Listener

Dementia changed the way I listen—not just to words, but to feelings, silences, and moments that often go unnoticed. Before dementia touched my life, listening was something I did with half an ear while thinking about what to say next.…

The Beauty in Letting Go of Logic

There is a unique kind of beauty in letting go of logic, especially when life feels overwhelming or stuck. Logic is a powerful tool—it helps us make sense of the world, solve problems, and make decisions. But sometimes, holding too…

He Kept Asking Where His Mother Was—She Died in 1974

He kept asking where his mother was, but she had died long ago—in 1974. This simple, heartbreaking question reveals a story of loss and memory that stretches across decades. Imagine a man who, despite the passage of time, still searches…

She Forgot My Name, But Held My Hand Like She Knew

She forgot my name, but held my hand like she knew. It’s a simple moment that carries so much meaning beyond words. Sometimes, when memory fades—whether from age, illness, or time—the names and details slip away. Yet the connection between…

I Became a Full-Time Caregiver Overnight

I became a full-time caregiver overnight. One day, life was normal; the next, everything changed. Suddenly, I was responsible for someone else’s well-being every hour of the day and night. It wasn’t planned or gradual—it just happened in an instant.…