Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story: http://www.differentslants.com/?p=355
As it happens, my longtime wife, Joyce, has seemingly perfect memory and total recall of the names of everything in the Universe, especially movies and actors. Our marriage, therefore, was evidently divinely preordained. With her mental plus and my mental minus, I guess there is some mercy for me out there, after all.
Because when I can write a story like this one, incredibly detailed and with perfect recollection, but still, frankly, can’t remember the name of that nurse or scores of other similar situations, I just call Joyce and she provides the name I need to me, instantly.
It is easy for me to say, as husbands do, that I love her. But much more than that, she has made it possible for me to exist with a disability that would otherwise torture me with a selectively frozen mind. So, I pray God gives me a long life, but selfishly, to be honest I admit, I sure hope he gives Joyce a longer one.
She has become more than metaphorically my “other half.” She’s become the keeper of so many of my own memories; we are sometimes like one mind in two bodies. She is essential to me, and so appreciated. Why, in the very writing of this story, some viruses—probably Republican—attacked my computer, paralyzing it. But Joyce, mighty Joyce, vanquished all of them and allowed me to continue writing.
“Love” doesn’t really cover how I feel about her.