Incredibly, every night for the last several months, after my mother and I have gotten Dad into bed, Mom sits by him, her arm over the cold metal rail, holding his hand until he goes to sleep. Most nights she softly sings to him, not in words, but with a beautiful calm melody. When he is sound asleep, she gives him a soft kiss and departs quietly. Love and patience. She is an angel to him.
I am so proud of them.
Evan M.