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.”
I’m in tears! Now that is something to cherish - what a love you must have for those to be his chosen words.
That is beautiful. Hugs to you.
Thank you to both of you for your heartwarming comments.