I recently found a notepad with handwritten text. When my husband was cared for at home, Sundays were for oatmeal breakfast, library writing practice in the afternoon promised by ice cream afterwards. This is the last intelligible text that he wrote, copied from a children’s book. Please, if you can identify the author, comment below. He no longer has language skills but I hear his voice and thoughts in my head. I can feel his snores in my sleep too. I am grateful for the love and trust we have and like Alexander Hamilton’s wife, I will tell his story. One lifetime is not enough.
