When I saw Aunt Shirley last night, she looked okay to me. Maybe a little tired, but not what I had expected from the family grapevine. Stan and I were talking about this last night, and he said "You only see what you can see."
He saw Mom with clearer eyes than I did. I never saw Mom with Julie's eyes or the eyes of the people who came to visit or the eyes of her friends. I knew Mom lost weight because I could feel it. I could feel it when I touched her. But my eyes never saw it. My eyes never saw it.
You only see what you can see.
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