Tonight I grieve and weep for a friend of my love, who has departed, gone to the light, away from the dementia care ward at CVSV.
When I knew him he was a gentle soul, always with a crooked smile and a light in his eyes for me. In these last months he could not walk and was very ill and could hardly speak, but sometimes whisper.
In his real life, in the old days, strong, athletic, a mountain climber and so much more. That man I never had the chance to know.
Only a few weeks ago, as he and Don sat at a beautiful fiddle quilt his wife had made, Don was in sleepy distress, muttering with his eyes closed. His friend, slowly, slowly, with great concentrated effort, reached out his hand in comfort.
That is the kind and gentle soul I grieve tonight.