It is a few minutes after 9:00. Ten minutes ago, I heard Kate cough and went to check on her. I poked my head in the room and saw that she was awake but still in bed. I walked over to her, kissed her on her forehead and said, “Good morning.” She gave me a puzzled look and we had the following brief conversation.
KATE: “Who are you?”
RICHARD: “I’m Richard Creighton, and I am your husband.”
KATE: “Who am I?”
RICHARD: “You are Kate Creighton.”
KATE: “I don’t know who I am?”
RICHARD: “I can help you with that. You are the daughter of Elizabeth and Charles Franklin who loved you very much. You were very special to your daddy.”
KATE: “What are their names?”
RICHARD: “Elizabeth and Charles Franklin.”
KATE: “Who are you?”
RICHARD: “Richard Creighton, your husband. Does that surprise you?”
KATE: “Right now, I just feel like I’m crazy.”
RICHARD: “You’re not crazy.”
KATE: “I hope not. It sure feels like it.”
RICHARD: “I think you’re just a little bit groggy. Would you like to get up or rest a little more?”
KATE: “Rest.”
RICHARD: “I want you to know that I am here to help you if you need anything. Would you like me to stay here in the room with you?”
KATE: “What do you want?”
RICHARD: “I was going to the family room.”
KATE: “That would be all right.”
RICHARD: “Call me if you need me.”
KATE: “What’s your name?”
RICHARD: “Richard Creighton. You could just say ‘Hey” if that would be easier.
KATE: “Oh, good.”
