My grandfather had Alzheimer’s disease and he ended up ending his own life. I grew up in a country town in Puerto Rico and my abuelo would work the land, milk the cow and do whatever needed to be done for all his kids and grandkids. He started to forget things, but he was in his 70's so in our head that was normal. He used to say to me "Nothing has been written about cowards” and that was my motto in life. I was the first person in my family to go to college and he was an influencer in my life. During my first year of college my grandmother ended up in the hospital for 3 months. I would come home every weekend and take him to see his wife. That's when things were getting more intense with his Alzheimer’s, as soon as we walked out of the hospital he would asked me if I have seen my grandmother. So I would tell him, we just saw her. At that time I didn't know what Alzheimer’s was or what was really happening in his head. After 2 months of the 3 that my abuela was hospitalized he killed himself. He said he could not deal with the fact that my grandmother left him. So no matter how many times we told him she was sick, in his mind his reality was different. I often wonder if we knew want was going on we could have safe him from killing himself. That's why advocacy for me is so important.