March 1st, 2009 
admin Our home in Boise is next to a park where I walk most mornings. An elderly woman walks there at the same time. She walks clockwise and I walk counter-clockwise, which means that we meet twice each lap.
She has the most lovely, crinkly eyes and wrinkled face that wrinkles even more than she smiles. When she smiles, her whole face smiles!
She has Alzheimer’s.
The first time we meet she asks, “Have I sung my song?” I say, “No, ma’am.” And she sings a little song about the sun: “Good morning, Mr. Sunshine…” Then she smiles, raises her hands in a kind of blessing, and moves on.
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