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I remember my Jason. Such a beautiful lad. He's my grandson. Blind, you know. So unfair.'
I could hear the sadness in his voice, but knew it to be softened by love.
' When my Jason was a baby I'd take his tiny hand in mine and hold him so he knew he wasn't alone.'
As this gentle man got lost in the fog of dementia I was thankful for this treasured memory.
' You okay Jay?' My mother asked from the side of the hospital bed.
I nodded, holding his frail hand softly so he knew he wasn't alone.

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    Neville Hunt about 3 years ago

    This is lovely, charming, Shaun. A super drabble.

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    shaun about 3 years ago

    Thanks again for all your feedback.

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