fajrdrako | A day for the dead and dying...

This morning I scattered my father's ashes; this afternoon, I spent with my friend Harry, who has only days or hours to live. It was sad, but I'm glad I got to see him, even though he is now past hearing or perceiving us. Beulah, Hildegarde, and Andrea were there too, along with Sheila and a personal care assistant and a nurse. We talked a lot, and had pizza for supper. We all felt like family.

Harry is almost exactly my age and I've known him since we were both five.