The weather is warmer and the sky is sunny. I visited Geoffrey again today. It must be about four weeks since my last visit but illness and weather has caused problems.
I found him in the lounge seated by a table. He appeared to be sleeping. I touched his arm and spoke his name.
He opened his eyes as I said, “Hello, Geoffrey.”
He looked at me and asked me what I wanted him to do.
And so began my efforts to get him to talk to me. But he was constantly overtaken by tiredness, and his head would go down on his arms, which he had folded on the table.
So I asked him what he had for dinner.
“Fish, I think.”
“And did you have a pudding?”
“I think so, I usually do.”
I talked about things he has spoken about before: His childhood and ordination.
After a little while his face lit up and he smiled. He looked quite youthful for an eighty-nine year old. We had a little banter about his good looks!
It did not last long but, for me, it was manner from heaven!
His head dropped down again and I thought it best to let him sleep. His body had been giving him hell again and he said he felt dirty. (Of course, he was not dirty but he’d done a great deal of scratching all over his body.) Yes, better to let him sleep and hope he had dreams of happier days.