Who?

I was going to stop posting or post more discriminately. Then…

This morning, Burt was doing his who are you little darling routine. It’s his memory game in which I hear about the other wives and often how badly I treat him.

Today, we reconciled. I recounted our many years together. So far, all quite business as usual. “Why can’t I remember you?,” he asked.

“I’m losing my mind.” Burt’s tone is always so darn matter of fact.

We talked more. I kept also kept my tone  matter of fact as well. When his aide came in, he repeated his observations. She patiently told him I had been with him many years and that I would be home later to be with him again.

Need I mention how sad this is?

The chapter in which Burt worries he’s losing his mind…

Last night, he again mentioned losing his mind, and this a.m. [Wed] he said, “You have to help me. I am losing my mind.” Me: I will always help you. I am here to help you. He: “You are? Really? Thank you.”