Last night, Burt was very vocal. I believe he was mostly speaking in his sleep.
Much of this conversation last night addressed complaints. He called out my name a few times. In this chatter, he fluctuated between an unfavorable and a positive view of me. It was clear that he knew who I was.
This pleased me even though he asked «who’s this« and asked for confirmation of “which one” when I returned to the room. I knew he was speaking to me. He knew me. I hadn’t lost him. At least not for that night when he still recognized I was there with him.
this is our life 