About fifteen minutes ago, I thought I heard Kate and went to the bedroom to check on her. She was still in bed but awake and saw me as I walked in. She had a puzzled, even a bit fearful, look on her face. I sat down beside her on the bed. She said, “Where am I?” I told her she was in bed in our home. Then she asked, “Who are you?” Sometimes she asks and really means, “What is your name?” This time I sensed that she really didn’t recognize me. I told her my name and that I am her husband. She looked shocked. She said, “I don’t even know who I am?”
I told her I could help her. I told her that she was from Fort Worth and that her parents were Elizabeth and Charles Franklin. This was unlike other situations in which she was confused in that nothing I said seemed to make sense to her or to jog her memory. I continued to talk about family. I mentioned our children and a grandson who is now a student at TCU. The only thing that drew a spark of recognition was the mention of a couple of her aunts and one cousin. Her response seemed like something you might see in a movie when someone with amnesia is told about her life and doesn’t remember it. She didn’t say, but I imagined that Kate was thinking, “What’s wrong with me? I don’t remember any of these things.”
I asked if she wanted to get up and take a shower or to rest a little longer. She chose to rest. I told her I would come back to check on her. She said, “Please do.” Despite the fact that she didn’t know me, she seemed to trust what I was telling her. I believe that is another illustration of the power of her intuitive abilities as opposed to the rational ones she has lost. I am glad about that.
As with other signs along the way, I believe her not knowing any of her loved ones this morning is something that will not be true when she gets up or tomorrow. I do believe, however, that it is a sign of things to come.
