I'm stealing this from the e-mail I sent you to use as my journal for tonight.
H came by tonight and grilled for son and I. He has a 'summer cold' and I can tell he doesn't feel well but he stayed for a few hours to eat and visit anyway. He showed me that he's had my name re-tattooed on his r/shoulder. He did it years ago but the color had faded so badly over the years that you could hardly read them anymore. One day a few months ago I mentioned to him that even my name had "faded"...at that time he looked at me like, "SO?"...well, he must have remembered that thru the 'fog' and apparently went this past weekend and had it recolored. Guess that means something. I kept myself in a good mood. I felt I owed him that as crappy as I've been when I've talked to him lately. He spoke in his (what I call) loving tone of voice which is a 'soft' tone with no sense of distance in it. When he was ready to leave he said, "Well, I think I need to go home take some Tylenol and get into bed." I seized on that and said, "That's your PLACE, this is your HOME." And he said, "Did I say that? I'm sorry, I won't say that again."
So although tonight was a 'hands off' quick visit, it was a pleasant one.
