Hands

I went to visit Jo's Dad at the home this afternoon. Jo and I passed in the hallway. She was on her way home as I arrived. Good timing I think.

Dad was awake. So I sat with him, held his hand and told him about my day, which wasn't very interesting. At first he was quite responsive but as the afternoon went on he was less so. He did however make some interesting comments. Looking at him made me think his eyes and mine weren't taking in the same scene. Dad was in his own world.

So, we held hands for the afternoon, I believe, drawing comfort from each other.