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February 24 - August 31, 2002
I'm sitting here in my wife's wheelchair by her bed as I watch her dropping off to sleep. As usual, I'll stay here a half hour or so just being with her.
Tonight, though, as I look at her face, I think back over the years and remember what a wonderful woman she is, grateful that she is still with me.
Alzheimer's disease is eating away at her mentality, but thank God she still recognizes me, can say a few words, often with difficulty, and if anything she is more loving than she has ever been. I occasionally tell her she is my sweetheart, my treasure, and she seems to know that I mean it, most deeply.
I now want to write about how wonderful she has always been, and about some of the precious moments we have had together over the sixty-seven years since we first met each other as students in Heidelberg.
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