When confronted, Jim admitted he’d been forgetting things and hadn’t told me because he didn’t want it to feel real. He feared becoming a burden and losing Lily’s trust. The next day we told our daughter and made a plan—no more secrets. That evening I explained gently to Lily that Grandpa’s brain sometimes gets mixed up, but he is still Grandpa. She walked to him and said bravely, “No more secrets,” before hugging him tight.
After she left, fear washed over me. But when I held Jim that night, I focused on one truth: for now, he was still here.
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