Friday, April 13, 2007

...She's in an old age home and has been for 3-5 years. She can't move. Her brain is still functioning normally but she can't even lift a glass of water to take a drink. Walked through hallways of basically living death. I felt so sorry for all the people there. The walls and doorways were all painted lavender. Then I went into Muriel's grandmother's room. "Oma" as they called her. Two twin beds flanked either side of the room. One with bars and a mechanical control and one without. She sat in a wheelchair staring blankly. I kissed her hello and she remembered my name from 3 years ago. I sat in a chair with a toilet built into the bottom of it while Muriel and her mother and uncle helped...

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