Sense Sonnet - Acher

Resaddened

People around me are so nice.
I know they wish the best for me.
They have to tell me at least twice,
If they are friends or family.
My memory is very bad.
But I have gotten used to it.
They tell me that I should be glad
When I can remember a bit.
Often those times are of my love.
Over 50 years we were wed.
I gaze into his face above.
Then I remember that he's dead.

Why is it always such sad things -
My moments of rememberings?