I brought large-print books.

Denise sent flowers in a little ceramic pot.

Emily called from college and asked if I would tell him she still had his apology letter pinned above her desk.

He recovered enough to return home, though slowly.

We kept the visits short.

He sat beneath a blanket on his porch while the neighborhood changed color around him.

The children understood that Grandpa Clarence tired easily, but they did not treat him like someone already gone.

They brought drawings, school stories, and questions about the birds nesting under his eaves.