Sam

Last night, Sam and I had what I would consider our first real conversation. At first, we looked at and read out loud to each other a book of "quotations" with pictures of cats in it. We then talked with each other about what the different sayings meant. Sam then started talking about the moment which she refers to now as her "accident". She said that it must have been hard for me, and how did I feel? I was amazed at this question, since it was the first time Sam has been able to engage in this way. I told her that it was extremely difficult and too hard to even put into words. Sam then said that she had had a lot of questions, but has been able to find the answers. She said she now has clarity and is remembering a lot which is hard, but it is good. She looked right at me and said "I've made my life with you" and started tearing-up. She referred to her tears as "happy" tears. She talked about how much she misses me and how she wants to sleep with me, to cuddle up next to me at night. I told her that we have been sleeping together for the last 15 years, and I miss her terribly as well. Our conversation continued in this way for awhile. She then said that she would like to be able to spend some time looking at her photographs. I told her happily that I will bring some of them in, and talked with her about which ones she wanted to look at. She was very much Sam last night and those few hours with her meant all the world to me.