11. Visiting On a Sunday afternoon, I go out to my front porch swing to call Mom after another week of treatment. She can’t talk. She’s going out to dinner with an old friend who stopped in town just to visit her. Too bad. I need visiting too. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)
