The Advisor and I have finished our breakfast, having spent most of the time talking about people with dementia, including his mother (now deceased) and my grandmother.
"Well, I don't know how you're going to take this, but I'm going to be honest...." I look out of the window into the rainy sidewalk and the people with their umbrellas and jackets lined with dew. "You mean so much to me that..." I pause. "I can't promise I'll be there, but I hope I am." We were discussing advancing age, and how it affects relationships. I was basically making a promise that I would be with him at the end of his life. "Along with your children." I smile.
His face doesn't reveal much, but he says, "thank you" politely.
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