2013.1.29 paintingMother is so lovable and loving.

As we walk through the halls, she stops to tell each nurse and care-giver how beautiful they are—how lovely their clothes are. They in turn beam and tell me how much they love her.

And today—uncharacteristic for a dour Scottish Presbyterian—she lavished praise on the two of us—“We are wonderful, marvelous and beautiful.”

True, she is fading—her cognition fainter—but I prefer to think that she has been distilled to her essence.

Loving and lovable.

The Model
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