Imagine, in an instant, your spouse of nearly 25 years doesn’t know you anymore. All the moments you shared together -- gone. On Dec. 17, 2008, it happened to me. My husband, Scott, after slipping and falling at his office building at approximately 7 a.m., woke up with profound retrograde amnesia. In that simple accident, he lost all 46 years of his memory, including world history, the kids, his family, and me. Our marriage, our family, our life, deleted.
I was the director of marketing for my husband’s business, a private-jet management company; the mother of a son, Grant, 19, and a daughter, Taylor, 16. We lived in Gilbert, Ariz. Scott was a 46-year-old former NFL player, professional pilot, and owner of his company Legendary Jets. And suddenly, he was a stranger, a man who looked at me blankly from his hospital bed, no flicker of recognition.