Ringing The Bell

Updated on Saturday, May 1, 2010 at 11:37PM by Otter

I'm with mom tonight. Tired, emotionally and physically, beyond any saying.  This will be a short, and probably weird post.

My mom's father was a county ordinary (judge). He had this brass bell that belonged to a father or uncle or something: a schoolmaster in the same county.  I should pin down these details.

It's sitting beside mom's bed. Now and again a little "clang" comes from her room. I go and see what's up: a need for a pillow to be moved, an IV that feels off, a need to know that dad got home alright.

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