It had been a long, hour and a half drive to the Veterans hospital. My brother and I had gone to visit my Dad who had been admitted days earlier, weak, sick, and confused. The doctor had diagnosed pneumonia and found cancer cells on his brain. My Dad looked so sad lying there in bed. It wasnt just the illness that was getting to him. It was also being so far away from his family and friends. As I sat by his bed a little woman with a big smile walked into his room. She was eighty years old if she was a day but seemed to have the vitality of someone sixty years younger. She was a volunteer delivering handmade get well cards from the local elementary school. Gently, she took my Dads hand and thanked him for his service to our country. It was the first time since he got sick that I saw my Dad smile. I followed her into the hallway as she left and thanked her for lifting my Dads spirits. I am just sharing a little love, sweetie, she said with a smile.. Finish this loving story here >> jlyou.org/1tyTMC7
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 21:10:51 +0000
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