The RN and the aide are here. The RN is here to take vital signs and help. The aid is here to give Bob a bath. He has a fever of 103, they gave him Tylenol and he seems to be doing better. We were all changing the bedding while the nurses were rolling him back and forth. I was standing in front of him changing a pillow case looking into his eyes that seemed to have some of the life back in them. He tried to say something. Everyone stopped what they were doing and asked if he was in pain. He whispered something again. I made out the word “closer”. I put my ear next to his face.

He made kissing noises and smiled. It was a weak smile, but a smile just the same.