At 89 , Alan Alda’s body has been ravaged by Parkinson’s for 11 years

At 89 , Alan Alda’s body has been ravaged by Parkinson’s for 11 years – his legs no longer work, his hands tremble constantly, and his voice is barely a whisper. Yet, in the quiet of his garden, surrounded by flowers they planted together 40 years ago, Alan whispered to his wife Arlene,
‘Parkinson’s took everything from me. My hands, my legs, my voice… but it couldn’t take my love for you.’ For 68 years, they have chosen each other, through everything life threw their way. A love that survived illness, aging, and loss. A love that still burns bright, stronger than ever.
That’s the kind of love that never fades, no matter what life takes…watch below 

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