This is a follow up to Written on Your Face, a post about caring for a woman with a neurological disease whose life is fading away. The last post was a composite of the many families I have met in my journey as a nurse. Families who are all about love, a love so palpable you can feel it in the room.
We love the roses you sent us
Truly though they were not necessary.
We have already received our gift,
having been allowed to care for your mother,
knowing your family.
The only gift we needed.