After we were both cleaned up for bed, and I was sitting here writing about Gregory's not knowing my name, he crawled into our unmade bed and covered his head with the blanket.
I sat down beside him and asked, "How are you doing?"
"Not well."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"So you didn't remember that you have Alzheimer's?"
"Yes, I do."
"It must have been hard realizing that you didn't know my name."
"Yes it was. Your name is Michael."
"And yours?"
"Greg."
"So that is all over for now. You know I love you very much. And I know you love me very much. And I AM HERE FOR YOU."
He cried. I hugged. We kissed. We laughed.
Another Happy Ending.
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