“Even if she doesn’t know my name, she will know she is loved.”
Under it, I wrote:
“If I forget everything else, I hope I remember how he held my hand.”
We decided to try the experimental treatment, no matter the cost.
I started a journal. I write down names, memories, details. Last week I forgot our daughter’s name for a moment. I wrote: “Iris. Brown hair. Kind eyes.”
Yesterday I added this:
“If one day I don’t recognize Henry, tell me this: He is your heart. He has been for 60 years. Even if your mind forgets, trust the love that remains.”
Memory may fade.
But love, I hope, will stay.
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