The Strength of the Human Spirit
Tonight I went with a friend to visit my great aunt Iris at a rest home. It was close to her bedtime, but we got the opportunity to spend some very precious moments with her. Aunt Iris has Parkinson's Disease and has been crippled by it in the last few years, but her mind still wants to break out. She practices the piano for about an hour a day, and she yearns for human companionship. She talked with the nurse so that we could stay just a few moments more. While we were there, she played a few songs while I sang. I had sung at her husband's funeral, and as we sang that song, tears welled up in her eyes. It was good to have been there. She has become one of my heroes. I still saw the light in the eyes of that brave, but lonely woman. I know that some day she'll be able to soar.
posted by Joel @ 9:37 PM
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