What an adventure, the ride home in the super van with seats like a school bus for wheel chairs, and we two the only passengers, the windows were clean and provided a panorama of scenic rolling hills ripe with golden harvest corn and beans. There were the beginning rows of pickers, machines parked in fields for a bumper crop, but most enjoyable the sun, puffed cotton clouds and clear periwinkle blue sky almost as wide open as S.D. The bus rattled, creaked and banged pleasantly along River Road into Cherokee. I have Sue Ellens little laptop which is made for midget fingers and 20/20 eyesight, and when there is time during the next 2 weeks, I will try to keep FB friends posted until I can make telephone calls. C and I ate supper in the dining room because it was warm and our room (104) seemed cold until the thermostat was adjusted. Now it is comfy, beside my beloved 65 yrs spouse, listening to his deep breathing, knowing he is free from unbearable pain, safe in good hands of love and service-devoted hands. We sat at the table with Harry Brink, friend through U.U. who said a mutual friend, Shirley Smith, is here and is l04 years now. I hope she can remember me. Writing seems restorative to border dementia, which increased alarmingly during the hospital stress and concern for Cliff. Tomorrow will show his determination to work with therapist and return home soon. cdb October 6th 2014
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 02:19:27 +0000
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