F or better or for worse is what the priest says at a wedding, but not many people keep that promise.
  
O n a wheel chair a skinny gray haired woman goes to her husband at three o’ clock sharp in the afternoon.

R oses are seen everywhere and the warm smell of food drifts into her head as her son punches closes the locked door behind them.

Getting him to eat today is hard and its even harder for him to stare at her son blankly having no idea who he is.

Even so he looks at her and says, “I love you”.

Time passes by quickly once he was a little boy kicking her in elementary school and secretly liking her.

Missing him even more as he grabs her hand and she knows things aren’t going to get any better.

Every time he looks at her he knows her.

Never remembering her children or grandchildren.

Only her.

Their love story was real even if he can’t remember all the details.