![]() She might have offered a hint of a smile or a soft squeeze of the hand but it was all right if she didn’t. Spent with familiar sounds, in a familiar room, with familiar smells that gave her a final chance to summon memories that will help carry her away. Perhaps the radio softly played Al Jolson or Glenn Miller, flowers sat on the nightstand, and family quietly came and went. Soup would boil on the stove just in case she felt like a sip or two. In the old days, she would be propped up on a comfy pillow, in fresh cleaned sheets under the corner window where she would in days gone past watch her children play.
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