My Dad, Wince V. King, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease (AD) in 2004 when he was 84 years old. This was four years after the death of his wife and my mother. They had been happily married for 58 years. Dad had been an athlete in high school and college; served in the army; a career fireman and Skycap with American Airlines; loved to exercise and attend church. He was a picture of a health.