I Remember – #396

I remember the short, muscled, tattooed, middle-aged man who helped shift my mother from bed to wheelchair when she was in palliative care.  He knew exactly how to talk to us, but more importantly, that there was value and respect in talking directly to her.

-22 October 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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