The hands that were once so brown and strong are now pale and fragile.
They used to hold me safely, now I steady them gently.
The eyes once firm and decisive are listless and wandering.
The mind once focused and bold is now fragmented and confused.
It is my honour to sit with him.
To chat quietly about the grandchildren and the birds that flutter about us in the trees.
To read to him, and to just sit holding his now frail hands.
It is hard but it is an honour. 💔
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First posted August 30, 2020
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