We bumped in to a friend at the grocery store yesterday. It was a very pleasant encounter.
One thing did catch my eye during our conversation; a general look of pity or deep concern on our friend's face during the conversation. The lady we spoke to is extremely caring, so I don't take the face in a condescending way.
Earlier that day, my caregivers from hospice were over to give me a shower. I'm usually fairly jovial during their visits. It makes the reality of the situation a little less stark. Plus, an awkward silence seems to multiply in intensity when someone is cleaning out your crack.
On a far more serious note, one of my caregivers apologized and said she might not make it to my appointment on Wednesday. She told me that it would depend on whether her mother passes away in the next two days.
The juxtaposition of the two encounters got me thinking about...