Moment to moment

Burt’s fever broke overnight, almost as suddenly as it started. He was immediately a bit less disoriented. He was able to speak more clearly.

We were just chatting, and he mentioned his ex-wife‘s name. I was prepared for this. I was prepared for it to hurt when I asked who she was. He did say, ‘My wife.’

Conversation went on from there, and he accused Yakkafakka of hurting his leg. I named names, was he talking about his OT, or perhaps his aide? Or was it Tamara.

“Tamara?,” he said,”I love her.” He explained she was his wife and he never saw her. At this point, I volunteered that I was Tamara and that I loved him very much.

“Where is she? Bring her to me.” I persisted, saying it’s me holding your hand; I’m holding the spoon,  feeding you; it’s Tamara, I’m right here. Finally, recognition and a pleased look!

I relive that moment in my mind over and over.

That was a great moment.