Wednesday, January 21, 2009
It was an honor, a privelege and a pleasure to be one of Florence's caregivers. Many times we sang old country songs together while getting ready for bed at night. I was always amazed at how many songs she knew all the words to. Our night would end with a kiss on the cheek and a question to her. "Who loves you, Florence?" She always replied with a smile, "You do, sweetie". Sweet dreams, Florence, until we meet again.
