VisitorsPosted: January 4, 2013
They come in with a knock on the door and a smile on their face like a fresh breeze or a ray of sunshine. A brother, a sister and her husband, a loyal home health aide, old friends, they come in a slow but steady stream to my mom’s room at Hospice. And she rises for the occasion, responding to their greetings with a smile, laughing at their anecdotes as they make valiant efforts to entertain her.
I am grateful for this opportunity to see how good and kind people can be.