I visit my old room

Nine­ty nine year old friend Phyl­lis had to make a trip to the emer­gency room at Cot­tage on Tues­day evening. She then stayed Tues­day and Wednes­day night in the now termed Med­ical ICU and is now home and doing well.

Inter­est­ing­ly enough it turned out she was in the exact room I was placed for three days after my heart attack in 2006. So I men­tioned dur­ing a vis­it on Wednes­day: “I nev­er thought when I met you years ago that we would one day sleep in the same bed”. She respond­ed with her won­der­ful, hearty laugh.

Aren’t friends The Best?