This reminds me of my first husband. A friend, a very charming older lady, had a stroke. It was unexpected, her husband had been the ill one. We went to the hospital. She was in a coma and I did not know what to do, so I sat at the window fidgeting. I looked over and my ex was sitting at the bedside, holding her hand, looking into her face. He sat there for a long time. He continued to visit until she passed away a couple of weeks later.
We had some unhappy times. But now, years later, that’s how I remember him. Holding the hand of an old friend, helping her find her way.
That is quite powerful.
Yes, it is. Neil’s dad died this week. Paula took this picture just a few days before.
Ah. Okay. So the “couch dwellers” photograph and others in that series were taken after the funeral of the old man whose hands we see here.
Shit, a tangle of emotion!
It reminds me of some of the Jamie Livingstone Photo of That Day pictures.
Lucy, I see that, too.
This reminds me of my first husband. A friend, a very charming older lady, had a stroke. It was unexpected, her husband had been the ill one. We went to the hospital. She was in a coma and I did not know what to do, so I sat at the window fidgeting. I looked over and my ex was sitting at the bedside, holding her hand, looking into her face. He sat there for a long time. He continued to visit until she passed away a couple of weeks later.
We had some unhappy times. But now, years later, that’s how I remember him. Holding the hand of an old friend, helping her find her way.
Oh thank you for that, Carole.