On a shaded early morning 
In the middle of the Spring 
I was lying in the darkness
 And I didn't hear a thing. 

When I felt a gentle whisper
 Brush against my hair, 
And I turned to find out what it was 
But there was nothing there. 

So I lay there gently drifting
 Waiting for the break of day 
And I didn't know that in the night 
You had gone away. 

The sun was braking through the shade
When I awoke...

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each
morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved
perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After
many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled
sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator,...