Alzheimers had not arrived with the air of an unexpected guest. Guests were friends or acquaintances somewhere along the line. And this disease had never been one of those. And deep down it was never unexpected.
He hadn't spoken a word until they passed the electronics aisle in the supermarket. They had their arms linked as they pushed the trolley between them and she felt a gentle tug as he slowed to a halt. He muttered something and she gently persuaded him to speak up.
'Convection...microwave.....' He mused in barely more than a whisper. Then he turned watery blue eyes on her, imploringly.
'I used to know what those words meant.' He explained helplessly. Her voice tripped on something and in the end she swallowed the words of comfort back down and patted his arm.
'We all forget things.'
He smiled vaguely at her, 'You all remember them eventually though.'