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.
tio stib
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During the fifteen years I worked as a registered music therapist in nursing homes and other facilities, I spent a lot of time with residents in an Alzheimer’s unit. One gentleman kept telling me I was beautiful and asking me if I was married. Of course he kept asking that question to all female staff members who came in contact with him. When I finally ended up with an engagement ring, after I repeatedly showed it to him in answer to his question, I was approached by one of the nurses who baked wedding cakes on the side. Long story short, my late husband and I had a beautiful, delicious cake for our wedding. Your story reminded me of this. Thank you for the memory.
Yours is a wonderful story, I’m touched that my sharing brought up good memories for you. Thanks for visiting my blog.
this is so precious. Profound, sad, and beautiful at the same time.
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“Our truest life is when we are in our dreams – awake.” Henry David Thoreau
Thank you.