After joining Clara, (Kathryn’s roommate) watching parts of the Democratic Convention while Kathryn was sleeping, I mentioned to Clara that if I didn’t have a stroke, heart attack or wind up with a television on my foot during this election period, it would be a miracle. She, of course, laughed and I laughed too, BUT I knew it was very possible I could have TWO feet with TV’s on them.

Clara’s the same age as Kathryn (95) and she said maybe she didn’t have enough information to vote this year. Then she added, “But I suppose I should.” Clara is smart about everything – especially how to accept all aspects of life . . . She doesn’t call the room she and Kathryn share “my room”, she calls it home. And she remembers the past with enjoyment, but she doesn’t pine over its being just that – the past.

Actually, what I am getting around to saying is that I was good; I did not respond to Clara’s voting potential with a full-court press steering her to my choice. I held my tongue. Yes, a miracle I know.

Later, while the TV was doing a little “analysis” and showing Bill Clinton and Obama hugging, she said, “I just don’t see how THAT MAN can support THAT ONE. So we have hope . . .