Read I Still Love You in one sitting.

Remember it a lifetime.

So sensitive, so creative with her pen, Jean Darby takes her reader to a mountain top of courage.

She shows her reader the power of love.

She gives glimpses of how important a hamburger can be, sitting together, and the touch of the hand.

Through her story she takes her reader through moments of helping her husband find lost words, and how when objects disappeared, she strove to keep him from frustration.

As the saga moves on, Jean shares her surprise when suddenly he could speak.

Word pictures ignite the reader’s caring when Ray’s driver’s license is recalled...Jean’s feelings as she watched the devastation of the man she loved...and how she coped.

She shares how she feared Alzheimer’s anger and the way she coped with the inevitable.

Jean’s heart beats in every word...until she spells out the peacefulness of her husband’s last days.

Jean Darby is the author of fifty-seven books for children, three biographies for young adults, articles, a newspaper column, and an adult novel: Journey Out of Darkness.

For more than two decades, her stories have excited readers in the United States and abroad...some being republished by European publishers.

Jean Darby taught school and now lectures on the skills of writing at conferences and in college classes.

She lost her husband to Alzheimer’s two years ago, and from her aching but courageous heart, she wrote I Still Love You. It’s a heartwarming story where Jean tells her husband how their days were spent during his illness.

In Jean’s own invincible style she says, "My strength came quietly...as if on slippered feet."

I Still Love You is an inspiring story of love and courage.

Dr. Darby lives in Redding California. She has one daughter and four grandsons who she will gladly brag about.

Jean welcomes messages from her fans: "If you have read, I Still Love You, or Journey Out of Darkness write jeandarby@juno.com."

It has been two months since you said good-bye. Or is it two years? Three? Maybe a dozen? My heart aches and time means nothing. I reach for you and my arms come back empty. I drift in space. There is no one to hold me now.

You had been ill for a long time when the doctor told me something was taking you. "It’s a mystery," he said, "I don’t know what it is."

I thought, it’s angels, but I didn’t tell him.

I kissed your forehead. You didn’t stir, but I think you knew I was there. I believe you heard me say, "I love you."

I dared to wonder . . . could you recall the night we rode across the desert and promised to love forever? Could you remember how we held each other . . . the first time we made love . . . our first quarrel and how we made up? Could you recall telling me our baby girl came from heaven?

That’s what you said, and I cried.

Some people believed I took care of you for too long. They said I was brave, but they didn’t know us. Dearly beloved, it was my privilege.

I miss you but I try not to cry. Crying would be unfaithful to what you believed.

You are with our Father in heaven. Your guardian angel hovers close by. And so I wait . . . and wait for that precious day when we meet again.