Mom has two roommate, Doris by the door and Margie by the window. Mom is in the middle bed of the three-bed room. Margie is sharp as a tack and struggling to recover from a variety of ailments. Doris is a sweet little lady who can't walk anymore and is very forgetful. She lives in her own little world and she invites mom in often. I hear from the nurse staff that they have interesting conversations and hold hands. Doris talks and mom nods and squeezes her hand. Last week while visiting mom and Doris linked up again and this lovely pictures of two old but very strong hands was gifted to me. I love the colors behind their hands. It makes me think of raspberry and pistachio sherbert against a clear cloudless sky.
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