I mailed my former therapist a Rosh Hashana card but never expected a reply. My heart leaped when I received one. When I opened the letter, I saw that it was from her husband, not her. My brilliant, quick-witted, huge-hearted therapist had Alzheimer’s. Her memory was so sharp that she never took notes during sessions yet could remember every detail. Now her mind failed her. I read the last line in her husband’s card a hundred times: “I think I have some sense of how important you were to one another.” — Idit Klein
Real Life of an MSW 
So touching and sad.
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I was glad to read that the, words allowed you a moment to pause, ponder and reflect. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Awwwwww!
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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You’re welcome
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