She was eighty three years young Laugh wrinkles around her bright eyes Thin sparsely gray hair, loose false teeth that make a clacking noise when ever she ate. Much to her embarrassment. How she hated being old, ugly flesh with gnarled aching bones. I was helping her bathe one night She was all huddled up in the corner of the bathtub...I noticed she was staring at me... I didn't say anything but I looked into the very depth of her soul. Then I knew and understood...There was a lively, loving spirit imprisoned in her decaying body, waiting to be released.

zahida