"You are beautiful"
Caroline O'Sullivan, November 2011
I sit with 'Mary', holding her hand. Our time together is spent mostly in silence other than the occasional "da, da, da." I sit with her and look into her eyes. Is she happy? Sad? It's hard to tell. After a few minutes of the silence I've grown accustomed to, she looks at my face, sighs deeply and says "beautiful." I'm taken aback but manage to say, "You're beautiful, too." She smiles and we continue holding hands in the beautiful silence.
An excerpt from the book Encounter of the Real Kind – Musings, poetry, stories about elders, forgetfulness and life.