It was a busy morning, about 8:30, a man in his 80s arrived at the hospital. He was in a hurry, he had an appt at 9:00. I asked if he had another doctor's appt. He said he had to go to the nursing home for breakfast with his wife, a victim of Alzheimers.
I asked if she'd be upset he was late. He replied that she no longe rknew who he was, she had not recognized him in five years. I asked, "And you still go every morning, even tough she doesn't know who you are?"
He simply smiled and said, "She doesn'y know me, but I still know her."
