When I arrived at the nursing home this afternoon, my father greeted me with, "I'm glad you're here." That's the first time he's ever said that.
"Why?" I said.
"Because when I see you, I know I'm alive."
We went downstairs to a sunny spot, so my father could warm his face in direct sunlight, which makes him very happy.
Monday, January 31, 2011
shadows of the leaves of a large potted plant
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