Fay is still with us.
All the nurses marvel that she is still here. She has had quite a rally. She even sipped some of her favorite, a vanilla shake a day ago, but not much else has been to her lips. Her skin, a radiant peach complexion. When she opens her eyes, a clear and brilliant carribean blue. She has a huge smile on her face whenever Bill or Larry or Fabes is in the room.
I thought to talk to her about death today and she told me gently,
I think we've all had enough of that...
She doesn't have much patience or interest in vistors but she loves to hear about the email and cards and news of all of you. She has told us about the voyage and all the preparation she has done. It's amazing what a twitch of her lips or a pointed finger or a look will tell us volumes. We sit and listen to stories and breathe together and take each day.
Love to you.
Squeeze yourself and your sweethearts a hug.
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