A most touching story…of what may be in our own future.
I sat with her today for a very long time. We had to take a scary ride together. Scary for her. No less difficult for me. I had to tell her what was going on in her life, her life that she is slowly losing control of. I had to explain it to her again. Again. And many more times yet. She told me stories about her life. Stories I knew. But each time she told me I listened, intently, to hear about the child she was. The young bride she became. The faith she relied on. And when she told me this again, and yet again, I smiled and encouraged her to tell me more.
I had to leave her to get and share some information with medical staff.
I came back to her and sat on the stool by her bed. I smiled at her and…
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