She was 92 and an amazing artist. Brought into long term care by her son after he’d found her on tip toes on top of the dining room table (at 3:00am) wielding a gold Sharpie marker, decorating the chandelier. We hit it off instantly of course, both out of the box thinkers. And after she’d been with us for a few months, she approached me in the crowded lobby on a Saturday afternoon,
“I don’t know if you’re a man or a woman, but I think you’re a man, so let’s keep it that way and have coffee some time” – D.L.
I miss her.