I'm looking at a photo of Anne and myself in Victoria Park, taken about a decade ago. We were so in love, and yet it still feels like yesterday.
Anne's infectious laugh, her passion for life - now long gone. Anne is sitting in an armchair, she steals a glance in my direction but there isn't a flicker of recognition on her face.
Her green eyes, still beautiful, are now portals to a sea of emptiness... heartbreaking emptiness.
I often thought that I might lose Anne to another man. I never dreamt that I would lose her to Alzheimer's.