Two wheelchairs, 1 male and 1 female, 60 something. One metal walker, female, 30 something. Two canes, 2 males, 60 something.The faces deep and resolute.
The caregivers eyes blank and clear as if looking through a lens with no filter.
All walks, all races, all neurological.
Loren asks if we ‘do nothing’ would he continue to get more tired and just fall deep into sleep eventually? I whisper “I think so” we’re in the waiting room.