Friday, February 26, 2016

Being Ernest

It's Friday afternoon and I'm sitting here with dad. He was asleep when I arrived but was easily awakened.

He was again in his wheelchair at the dining table. This seems to be his comfort zone. I have not seen him in front of the television for some time now.

He glances my way once in a while and manages a smile. I hope this is a sign of contentment. I often wonder if he still experiences joy.  A smile gives me hope that he does.

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