Wednesday, May 29, 10am
10 am.
Bernie was in the sitting room when Mass was ending. We exchanged salutations. He has a good haircut. He was in a fair mood, but asked that I return later.
Noon.
I returned to visit with him during lunch. He was in a fairly pleasant mood as we chatted about this and that. He picked up the fresh-cut roses on the table and admired their beauty and perfume.
Several months ago, he pointed at some roses and said “See those? You say that they are beautiful, but with this cloud over me, I cannot see that at all.”
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