here: saying goodbye with each visit
here: it is the last place i feel sad as i watch them.and listen. they know they have come to wither and die… here. visits from family,maybe. no concept of time for many.painfully, some seem aware.the new ones, mostly. they know why they’re here. their eyes seem dimmer each time…
Life, This Morning…..
Mortality Aging Living …. (!) gnawing at me, whispering to me, . . . tapping on my shoulder. ~ RLK 2.28.17