My friend Jim was a teacher who loved singing and playing with his kindergartners. He even joined them on the floor mats to watch cartoons on television.
Sadly, brain cancer sent him home to involuntarily relive his own childhood.
As he regressed, we would sit on his bed singing, watching cartoons and laughing.
His last words to me were “All ducks are five.”
On an anniversary of his death, it came to me in a dream that he was recalling his beloved nursery rhyme.
I wish that I could have said, “And they all came back.”
Sadly, brain cancer sent him home to involuntarily relive his own childhood.
As he regressed, we would sit on his bed singing, watching cartoons and laughing.
His last words to me were “All ducks are five.”
On an anniversary of his death, it came to me in a dream that he was recalling his beloved nursery rhyme.
I wish that I could have said, “And they all came back.”
