One of the Good Ones...

The room was hot.

The local news was on.

The rhythmic  sound of the oxygen tank filled in the background.


Still feeling the impacts of the stroke.

Immobile on her right side.


…but unable to articulate.



I sat by her side.

I held her hand.

I gave her something to drink.

I wished I could do more.


…for someone who always brought a smile.

…and a twinkle in her eye.

…and made you feel like a kid again.


She was always that way and remained so…even now.


One of the good ones.


One of the good ones.