Today I visited Mom and did a few small things... wound her clock, unpacked some supplies from hospice. Filled her water glass. Adjusted her chair. Nothing much - just itty bitty things that are hard for her now.
She was so grateful. I was glad I can do it.
But it strikes me how tiny her world has become, that such small things can brighten her world.
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