True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, or may never be … and every evening we danced to music from the 60’s. I wanted to regain the closeness that dancing brings with it and I saw a spark in his eyes when I chose our favorite; I just called to say I love you.
Aware of my husband’s slow decline, I expected him to slip into a depression, but, he did not. He continued to make the most of adversity the way he has always done. I picked up his cue and we decided to take each day as it came, bearing in mind his favorite quote that I have used and will continue to use:
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
He continued to play bridge whenever he found a foursome and his bridge friends told me that he played a fairly good game. I hovered, watching him lose his short-term memory while noticing that his long-term memory was becoming quirky, with some images so out of focus that he could not pull them together. It seemed as if his life had become like a puzzle. It was as if someone had taken it apart when he wasn’t looking yet he had no idea of how to join the pieces together again.