It hadn’t occurred to me until my friend T said it. Burt chose me. He knew I would be there for him. I am always uncertain when I say that, although she assured me it was true.
There were all those times his wife was missing. Did she go to Walgreens, she was always at Walgreens?
Not everyone chooses well. Burt did. I had too. He had, until, his illness, before dementia made him the one needing care, taken care of me.
I knew, despite his declaration that if things were the other way around, he wouldn’t be able to care for me as I was caring for him, that he would have done his damnedest.
this is our life 