What is Your Name Follow Up

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.