Valentine’s and Alzheimer’s
By Reading Room - Jillian Sullivan | Posted:
“I used to picture that he would marry me”: A love letter to Brian Turner
In the morning, the flax bowed with snow. The firs across the road with their branches almost supplicating. Outside the air has a muted, hazed feeling, as if it is still snowing but invisibly. The seven sheep sitting on the white, chewing, or staring off into the willows. The cows under the far pines – I surmise.
And at the table with Brian, snow encircling the horizon, we talk about “that bastard Alzheimer’s”.
He’d written....