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He
heard Biddy stir on the sofa and his thoughts returned to the here and now.
Biddy was all love and happiness when he went in to the living room to wake her
with a cup of tea.
“Oh,
you are so nice. Thank you, thank you so much. I love hot tea,” she said and
she snuggled up to her husband. These moments of closeness had become rare
between the couple and he cherished them. Sometimes he felt he had lost his
wife for good with the disappearance of her memory, but then she was suddenly back
for brief moments like this. They sat together on the sofa for a while without
saying anything. Biddy took sips from her tea and Walter for a moment could
live the dream that she was with him, as if she remembered exactly who he was
and why he was here. Biddy leaned on him and he could choose to believe that it
was a sign of their unbroken connection to each other. Dead brain cells, grey
matter, synapses and shortage of chemicals– all the medical explanations did
not matter.This moment did: him and his wife, Walter and Biddy Korhonen, and
their unity on the sofa.
“You
will make someone a good husband.” Biddy broke the silence all of a sudden,
shattering the happy illusion, but she smiled at him with the utmost care and
affection.
“Yes,
I think one day I will!” he said smiling back, accepting that the brief,
heavenly visit to the past was over and the new reality had returned.
“Now,
let’s get you dressed and go outside for a walk. How about that my sweetheart?”
he asked.
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