Yesterday I was spending time with my friend Kathryn at North Ridge Nursing Home; it was evening-time and we’d been down to supper and back and she’d been readied for bed. I was sitting beside her (in her wheelchair) all comfy, reading my kindle with my feet propped up on the edge of her bed.

Her roommate, Clara, came into the room and said, “Good, AmeliaJake, you’re still here; I won’t feel so alone.” So there we were – we three . . . and I felt so blessed to be welcomed and accepted.