"Relish the gaps," said the old woman at the nursing home, grabbing at my hand as I walked past.
"I'm sorry… do you need your nurse?" I said, reluctantly giving her my hand to hold.
Her bones felt frail. I wasn't there to see her. I didn't know this woman.
"Everyone lets life pass them by," she said urgently, ignoring my obvious discomfort. "They're always focused on attaining and accomplishing, meeting their goals, winning people's approval. Then before they know it they're sitting in a place like this, wondering where it all went."
Reading by Tim Foley.
