Last year, my family and I were in grave, life-threatening danger because of my beloved Amanda’s memory loss.

That day will haunt us for the rest of our lives.

It was just a casual family dinner, when my loving and caring wife, mother and grandmother, forgot to turn off the stove as she finished cooking.

The gas spread throughout the house and none of us noticed for hours…

By the time we all went to sleep, the entire place could have been turned into a crematorium as even the tiniest spark could’ve blown us sky high.

Luckily, our old gas alarm eventually went off and woke everyone up in the middle of the night, except for my two poor little grandchildren…

The air in their room was barely breathable and they were just minutes away from dying of asphyxiation.

It was only by a miracle they survived and even up to this day it gives me chills thinking about that moment.

None of us ever realized but it had all started a while ago, in such a seemingly simple way…

My wife started forgetting to turn the lights off now and then, appointment dates and even parts of her delicious recipes…