My uncle Tony just passed this morning. I was with him last night and he was in bad shape. It's amazing how much this disease breaks someone down in such a short time. A week ago he was walking around and last night he was incoherent and no longer knew who we were. As I was leaving though, I bent down to give him a kiss and he seemed to recognize me for a moment. The last thing I heard him say to me was "I love you." I'll never forget that. May they find a cure for this awful disease someday. I know I'll always support these types of fund raising efforts!