(Cox North Hospital: 7:45 a.m., January 20, 1992)
She leaned closer to me, a few wisps of white-worn hair clung to the corner of her lips. “Whose granddaughter are you, honey?” I sighed, knowing her intentions were those of comfort, to ease, not to burden. “I’m almost finished.” She said – perhaps intrigued that I had failed to respond to her query. I … Read more