Yesterday morning, Kate was worn out from the weekend trip to Raleigh and Chapel Hill. I finally woke her at almost 11:00 so that we could get bite to eat and take a quick look at several places in Chapel Hill that I hoped would bring back memories for both of us. It worked for me but not for Kate. Her memories of people and places come and go. They have been going more lately. That was the case for Chapel Hill. I had looked forward to rekindling the feelings of the past, but it was not to be. I don’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the experiences we had. That would be especially for our time with the Stones and Evelyn Schmidt. The problem was that she was never able to remember our connections to these friends nor this part of the country where we spent three years early in our marriage.
It was, however, very important to me. I remember our time there when we were much younger, and I remember this past weekend. Yesterday, Kate didn’t even remember that we had been there over the weekend. As she continues her decline, I find myself more frequently reflecting on our past but also trying to keep in mind that we are still creating new memories. I know that I will reflect on them in the years ahead.
