We have been married for sixty years. It’s hard to imagine. We celebrated that milestone with our daughters, grandchildren, niece and two couples of very close friends. Who knows whether we will have a sixty-first anniversary.

As I was listening to the other members of my care-givers support group, I realized how lucky I still am. Miklos is continent — I don’t have to deal with Depends. Miklos is steady on his feet. He hasn’t had a fall since 2017. His sense of humor is intact. A one-liner for every occasion. Miklos is rarely angry. He is incredibly loving.

In the spring, his health seemed to be failing, but now he seems to be on an even keel, a very slow decline. I am no longer always wondering whether this is the last trip, or the last new shirt. I am very hopeful that he will continue in very good health for many years. I am hopeful that he can still share life cycle events with the family — our granddaughter’s college graduation. Possibly the marriage of a grandchild. Our youngest one’s bar mitzvah is only five years away . He may still be with us. But a lot can happen in that time.

He could go into a downward spiral at any time. But there could also be a break through in dementia care — a treatment that could slow or even reverse the symptoms. None of us really knows what our tomorrow will bring. Those of us who care for people experiencing dementia may be more aware of the tenuous hold we have on the future than most people.

It is a constant reminder to be grateful for the day, and to savor every good moment.