
“My husband hasn’t been home in 153 days. There’s a legal case right now, so I can’t say exactly what happened. But he suffered a catastrophic brain injury in July. And so many of his memories are gone. Some days I’ll go visit him and it just won’t stick. He still remembers my name, but his memories about me are all wrong. Or the details are mixed up. But he’s one hundred percent convinced they’re true. He can’t be corrected. He’s steadfast in his memories. Right now I feel like we’re on two different tracks. I’m just trying to find the places where they merge. He recognized our wedding ring yesterday, even though it was around my neck, that was big for me. It was a moment when our realities came together. Our 45th anniversary is this Saturday. I’m just hoping it will be as normal as possible. I’m going to cook him dinner. Hopefully he’ll eat. And maybe we can share some of the same memories. I’m not sure if that’s enough for me, but it has to be. It has to be enough. Because he’s not going anywhere. And neither am I. We’re in this together.”
Published on December 24, 2019 00:23