i push the tea cart into her room at hospice .. and she lies not in her bed in pajamas .. but sits at her table elegantly dressed .. doing the new york times crossword puzzle
and the room somehow emits the energy of a paris cafe .. and she the energy not of an 86 year old dying woman .. but simply that of a real lady
and how could u not fall in love with her ?
" my nephew came to visit from california .. he works for google .. feel this wonderful shawl he brought for me
i love this room .. this last room where i shall be living .. it's perfect .. the view is beautiful .. i am so blessed to be living my last days here "
and i ask if i may sit and have tea with her and i learn that her husband played with the boston symphony and that she is a fervent reader
and the one book she would want with her if she was stranded on a desert island ?
" it's there on the shelf .. go get it and have a look .. the varieties of religious experience "
and i have never read it (probably the ONLY one on this forum who hasn't yet read it) ..
and straight away after leaving hospice .. i drive directly to the bookstore and buy it
and there are some real doozies in there for the names of god thread