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It said a lot about a person, the way they treated someone with dementia. A little bit of kindness and patience spread further than butter on a hot crumpet.
“Well, I guess you can’t always rely on feeling in love. That comes and goes. It’s a decision, too, you know. You have to look after it. The more you can make the other person feel loved, fill their tank as it were, the more they have in their reserve to make you feel loved. It’s a cycle.
But love that lasts a lifetime—well, that’s something very few get to experience. Love is . . . about picking someone up and never, ever putting them down again, no matter how heavy things become.”
“Oh, Albie, my love, my beautiful, beautiful husband. I never dreamt that my life could have been this good. That I could ever have felt so cherished. It’s all because of you. I will love you until the day I die, my darling, my sweetheart.”
She’d been carrying this weight for so long. What might it feel like to let it go?
