“It’s one thing the dementia hasn’t stolen from us. When memory goes, you see, all that’s left is emotion. What we have for breakfast or where we parked the car or what year it is doesn’t matter, but we still feel who we love—and we love each other very, very much.” She leaned in closer to Fred. “People always say that the magnificent love you see in movies doesn’t exist,” she whispered. “It actually does.” But Fred already knew that.
