We skype, we email, we text. Modern communications make distance 'shorter'.
Kirsten is doing a great job, sorting out grandpa who has been hospitalised after a fall. Now we have agreed (she and I) that we want him out, and back into his own bed. She is determined that I stay here as planned. Coming to terms with this is good for my soul, I think. I did say 'goodbye' to him ten days ago. And he really has no idea who any of us is.