He is sitting at the lunch table when I get there, having planned to check out the food (which was pretty good).
“Hi, how are you?” I ask.
He slowly turns to look at me, blankly. I repeat, slower, “how are you?”
“Donald Malcolm. I was Donald Malcolm.”
A long pause and a few stammers.
“I … will be Donald Malcolm, after I get through this.”
So we ate lunch.
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Oh boy, that one hit home for me – just before my Dad died he said, ‘we’ll get through this’. What a profound statement from Don; it must be very hard for you, Delores, to keep showing your dear Don that he is now, and always will be Donald Malcolm. Love, Susan >
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