Mister Mister

At one point during the last year and a half, Valerie started to call me Mister Mister. We all got a kick out of that.

She doesn't say my name often, but she still sort of knows who I am. She smiles when she sees me in the morning, she often looks at me when I walk into the room and says "Oh!", she sometimes looks at me with a sort of recognition and holds out her right arm to hug me.

I know many people, including myself, are so distressed knowing that someone you love may not know who you are anymore. Or at the very least, not like they used to know you and were able to express that. But I have heard this said before, and it is true, I STILL know who Valerie is. And really, it isn't at all about me.

She doesn't call me Mister Mister much anymore. Yet, she did call my name on Valentine's Day.