You're not the only one who she can't remember, if that's true. Even back in our home, there are people whose faces she can't quite match. [And it made him afraid for her, afraid of what she might do so she could know who those people were. There were moments when she spoke that left him feeling cold and unable to speak, trapped in a confusion that wasn't quite horror at the words she would share.]

I don't expect you to be comforted, frankly I would be angered as well. Have been. [Not just with her, but with so many others. There was nothing he could do, he was useless and nothing more than a burden.] And I know you're not the only one here who might feel that way.