Jul 17
A year ago, today, Mary and I watched TV but mostly talked, or I talked, and she listened. She told me about the book she wanted to have read at her funeral, Oh, the Places You’ll Go, by Dr. Seuss. I told her I would get it and read it to her. She thought I would order it and it would be delivered. I immediately bought in on Kindle and read it to her. I read that book to her many, many times. Most of the time, she was sleeping but I know she heard my voice. It reminded me of reading to her as a young child. I read to her every night before she went to sleep.
I also read every night to Clara when she would come to visit overnight. Clara loved to be read to.