Wednesday, February 19, 2014
" Do I know you personally, what's your name?"
I said " Lori"
Him- " Oh, that's my wife's name"
me- " I know- I'm your wife"
Him- "Oh- sorry, whats your name again"
Him " Are You a cop"
Me-- " No, I'm your wife"
Him "Oh-- Do you live here"
Me " Yep"
And then thinking I could get him to "come back" I grabbed some photo albums so we could look through them.
He looked at several of them with me, while I was pointing people out and naming them and showing him pictures of "us" and our family, places we have been, things we have done.
He said " Are you a mailman"
Me-"No-- still your wife"
Him " Oh-- are you going to be here again"
Me " Yes I live here"
Him " Oh- Whats Your name? I'm trying to get this straight"
Anyway-- You get the Jest of our conversation tonight.
I toughed my way through that conversation for his sake-- put my emotions in check so to speak- but all the while feeling like the walls were tumbling down on me on the inside.
I got Bob tucked into bed and as I was walking out of the room he said " You'll be here tomorrow right"
Me- " Always"
Here's hoping that the morning brings those lost memories back.. Maybe it was just a glitch. Maybe he was just overly tired. Maybe.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.