Remembered Too Late

My husband, Roger Harvey, was a renowned top-tier lawyer in the industry, but he could never remember anything outside of his cases.

He never remembered my birthday or our wedding anniversary.

Every night he stood at the bedroom door and asked politely yet distantly, "Is this the one?"

He could not even remember my name or what I looked like.

To make him "remember" me, I hung our wedding photo on the wall with a label underneath. "Anniversary: May 20."

I put a nameplate on the bedroom door that read "Bedroom."