285→Husband Journey: Time Passages
November 18, 2022 Robert looks at the ipad. I say, “can you see? One eye is closed.” He opens it. Years ago he was seeing double; perhaps that was a sign of things to come. We had a special prescription made to correct that. A prism was embedded into his lenses. I have no idea where those glasses are: in one of the many places he was in over the last couple of years: the hospital, the nursing home, the hospital again, triaged in the Bronx with Covid, back to the nursing home. In one of the many … Continue reading →