Because my wife’s dementia is deteriorating slowly, there are times when I forget it is happening at all. then, she says something-
“Do you have a wife?”
We were making breakfast when this question came up. My heart froze.
“Do you have a wife” she asked again.
I hugged her close and whispered, “you are my wife. You will always be my wife.”
“Of course,” she answered, kissing my cheek.
I am drowning in sadness.