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thewayneI'm not sure that I've posted about my dad making wood bowls. He made amazing, nay, AMAZING wood bowls. It was his passion after he retired and he was still working in the shop occasionally up until three or four months ago.
The hospice nurse came out, as one calls them after the patient passes, to the the final things like dispose of controlled meds, etc. I knew that a visiting nurse had been given a bowl - we give them out regularly sometimes just to get rid of them! My dad was very prolific in making them. So as this nurse was leaving, I offered her a bowl and jokingly said "Happy Birthday". What am I going to say, Happy Deathday? And she say she was a Halloween baby!
Tomorrow is her birthday!
So she got an early birthday present and seemed quite moved.
Also interestingly, in conversation I told her about my immune deficiency: her mom has the exact same condition!
Small world sometimes.
The hospice nurse came out, as one calls them after the patient passes, to the the final things like dispose of controlled meds, etc. I knew that a visiting nurse had been given a bowl - we give them out regularly sometimes just to get rid of them! My dad was very prolific in making them. So as this nurse was leaving, I offered her a bowl and jokingly said "Happy Birthday". What am I going to say, Happy Deathday? And she say she was a Halloween baby!
Tomorrow is her birthday!
So she got an early birthday present and seemed quite moved.
Also interestingly, in conversation I told her about my immune deficiency: her mom has the exact same condition!
Small world sometimes.
