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Look at that blue jay strutting across the balcony. See how he fans out the feathers on top of his head and stomps his little feet? He snaps and squawks at the other birds like he’s given them orders, then chases them all away. He reminds me of the blue jays that used to come to our back yard. Remember how you used to scold me about buying so much birdseed? You thought me frivolous, but I just wanted to watch the blue jays play.
I can hardly see your eyes today. Does the sun hurt? I hope not. It would be a shame to pull the shade. The world looks so beautiful. I don’t want you to miss even one sunny day. You spent so many in that dark office of yours. Remember that? All alone in there, day after day. Were you ever lonely?
That sweater looks so good on you. It used to be tight, but now, well, it just fits perfectly. The nurse must have picked it out after she gave you your bath. She always chooses something nice for you, but look at your hair. She never quite got the hang of how to comb your hair. Where is your comb, anyway? Oh, here it is. Let’s see, this should do it. That’s better.
Who would have ever thought you’d let me do this? You never sat still for anything; you always had work to do. Times certainly have changed. Now, we have all the time in the world. Those years went so fast. I always hoped that some day, when your work was done, you would just sit with me and watch the blue jays play, and here we are. We are so blessed.
Oh, dinner’s here. What do we have today? Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans, and it looks so good. Come, sit up here next to me. Here’s your napkin. No, silly, put it around your neck. There. Do you want me to cut your meat for you?
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