My dad will swear that my mum knew who I was today, as she lit up when I walked into her room. She kissed me many times, hugged me so, so hard, and sat up and held my hand. She took turns between smiling broadly at my dad and then me, then back at my dad. When the music therapist started playing the piano in the dining hall, she popped up and bounced off, following the notes that trailed down the hall. She returned a few minutes later and sat down across from my dad. She held his hands and looked deeply into his face, deeper than she has for a few years. Her eyes filled with tears and so did my dad’s. They looked at each other and held tightly to each other and the piano played “The Tennessee Waltz” in the background and I watched my parents love each other without a word between them. It was a most wonderful and most devastating day.