Walter looked up at me and said, “Gentle. You’re not punishing it.”
I said, “I feel judged in my own home.”
“You should,” he said.
Walter never got all his memories back.
But he got his dignity back.
He isn’t just the man I met outside the grocery store anymore.
One night Megan set a bowl in front of him and said, “You took care of me when I had no one. Now it’s my turn.”
Walter looked down for a second. Then he nodded.
So that’s where we are.
