I met an old man this morning at around 7:30 AM at Calmet. He asked me if he could get my waiting number. He gave me a reason that he hurried because he wanted to finish quickly so he could get another appointment. I ask him what it was, he he proudly said that every morning at 9:00 AM at the hospital, he had breakfast with his wife. I asked what happened to his wife and he replied that for these few years, his wife had lost her memories and hadn’t known who he was. I said why he continued if she had no idea who he is and he replied « because I still know who she is ».