The man sat in his wheelchair, staring out the window with a blank expression on his face. He couldn’t remember much anymore – his memories had withered away like leaves on a dying tree, until all that was left was a jelly brain that struggled to make sense of the world around him.
At first, it had been small things – forgetting where he put his keys, or the name of a movie he had watched the night before. But as time went on, the gaps in his memory grew wider, until entire years of his life had disappeared into the void.
His wife would visit him every day, holding his hand and talking to him about their life together. She would show him pictures of their children and grandchildren, hoping to spark some flicker of recognition in his eyes. But no matter how hard she tried, the man seemed lost in a world of his own, a world where time had no meaning and memories were just distant whispers on the wind.
Eventually, the man stopped recognizing even his own wife. She would come into his room and he would stare at her with a blank expression, unable to place her face or remember her name. It was as if he had been erased from his own life, his memories fading away until he was nothing but a shell of the person he used to be.
Despite the loss, his wife continued to visit him every day, holding his hand and talking to him as if he could understand her. And even though the man couldn’t remember who she was or what they had shared, he could feel her love and warmth, like a gentle hand reaching out to touch his jelly brain and keep it from withering away completely.