Waves of Love in Dementiaville

"One time," Romeo said, "when you were pushing me down the hall in my wheelchair..."

He paused, looking at me as if I were the last person he expected to see.

"When you were pushing me down the hall in my wheelchair," he continued, "I felt something."

Once upon a time, I was able to anticipate what Romeo was going to say, sometimes even before he began his own thought about it. Now? Not so much. I nodded, encouraging him to continue.

Uncharacteristically, Romeo picked up his thread once again. "Some time ago, when you were pushing me down the hall in my wheelchair, I felt...I felt something between us. Something happening between us."

"Something was happening between us?"

"Yes, something was happening between us."

I waited as Romeo searched for words to describe that something.

"I felt a wave between us...a wave of love."

"Oh."

Romeo looked intensely into my eyes and repeated, "A wave, a real wave of love. It moved between us. Back and forth. From me to you, from you to me." He smiled and seemed overwhelmed by the existence of waves of love, by the thought of that particular wave of love that connected us.

I nodded and encouraged him to say more.

"There is nothing more to say." He lowered his head in silence, perhaps in gratitude, in awe. "It was beautiful." He cried softly, briefly. Looking up, he smiled at me and reached out to hold my hand.