Whispers in the Night

Last night I woke to a sound that at first I couldn’t identify, then a split second later I realized Bob was whispering a phrase over and over. Then he switched to another phrase, still whispering. I can’t recall what he was saying, just the sound of his whispers in the night.

He is drifting away into a world of his own, and yet there still are moments of connection with me, such as yesterday evening when I stood by his chair, held his hand and smiled at him. All at once he brightened with recognition and, smiling back, said, “Suzy!” And then he said, “I love you.”