Company

After the last visit with my friend at the rehab center, I had to really psych myself up to go visit her. I considered asking my husband to go with me, but decided it was not a good idea. I drove to the rehab center, signed in and went down the hall to her old room. She had been moved closer to the nurse's station. She said my name and grabbed my hand. I sat and held her hand until I had to leave. She has day and nightmares--thought that all the nurses had died, that she too was going to die, asked if I was her guardian angel. I miss our nightly talks and lunches together. Sad that my connection with her is gone for now. I will start babysitting for my sweet granddaughter on Monday. A blessing to have company.