"And what's your husband's name?"
"What does he look like?"
"Um...well...here, I have some pictures of him on my camera. I can show you."
She smiled her approval, and though I smiled back at her, my heart broke a little. She doesn't remember coming to our wedding. She doesn't remember all the visits, all the dinners. In all likelihood, neither she nor Soren will remember today's visit, either.
It's hell to get old.