The Flight into Egypt
Attributed to Rembrandt, via Wikimedia Commons
Take care of your father when he is old;
grieve him not as long as he lives.
Even if his mind fail, be considerate of him;
revile him not all the days of his life;
kindness to a father will not be forgotten,
firmly planted against the debt of your sins
—a house raised in justice to you. Sirach 3:12-14
He is so fragile, my father, and every day getting physically smaller as his Spirit outgrows his frail body.
He doesn’t know us any more, but his smile is as sweet as ever and lights up his eyes. “I love you,” he says over and over. He hasn’t lost the inner wisdom that still knows how to “put on love, the bond of perfection.”
Mary Ann McSweeny 
The eyes are the heart and spirit and the window to the soul. Blessings to you.
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Thank you for your kindness.
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I nod at your post. Mama is really getting smaller and weaker, but just a few moments ago she laughed at a couple of Dear Abby letters that I read to her.
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Laughter – a Spirit gift.
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