December 2011
2 posts
Leave Something Behind.
When she saw us she began to cry, and she hurried toward us like we were there to rescue her from a foreign, frightening world. As we visited with her she spoke sentences that didn’t link to the other, didn’t make sense. As I looked at this old woman – wrinkles creased along her cheeks, beneath her eyes, and along her forehead – I thought how sad it was, this disease eating her away from...