Hi everyone. I have missed all of you. Thank you to those of you that have left me messages. I appreciate them more than you know. I am still sitting with the "old folks". He is getting weaker daily. I am slowly watching a life ebb away. Sometimes he stares at her when she isn't aware of it. I can see stories flash across his face. Emotions...regrets...Unfilled time. I wonder if he is remembering when he met her? The first time that he kissed her? Is her face as lined in his memory as it is when I look at her? He was a strong man. He was a good man. People come by to visit him and tell me stories. They talk about the time that he bought food for poor families. Bought it and no one knew who it was from. They talk about the days that he paid bills for people that were losing thier homes. Hospital bills. Back in the days when it cost $ 25 to have a baby. That was a lot of money then. They told me that he went to a "work camp" during the war. A camp for Objectors. People that refused to fight. I wasn't even aware that those existed. He was a strong man back then. He built houses and he preached the Gospel. Now, I have to help him walk to the bathroom. Time isn't kind to us and I am more aware of that now. I see him staring at Nothing. Not blinking. I wonder if he is looking at the past or trying to see the future? I wonder how long his future will last? Not much longer, I think. There should be a reward for "good" people. For people that have lived thier lives with dignity. With grace. I will miss him terribly when he is gone. He has taught me stories with just his example. He is teaching me charity and kindness. He is and he was a good man. He has become my friend.