Len Knighton

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As his life neared its end, Grant rested in a circle of family affection and his nine-year-old granddaughter Julia later sketched the scene: Grandmama was crying quietly and was seated by his side. She had in her hands a handkerchief and a small bottle, perhaps of cologne, and was dampening my grandfather’s brow. His hair was longer and seemed to me more curled, while his eyes were closed in a face more drawn than usual and much whiter. Beads of perspiration stood on the broad forehead, and as I came forward, old Harrison gently wiped similar drops from the back of the hand which was lying ...more
Len Knighton
Similar scenes have been played out since the dawn of man but in the modern era --- post World War II --- there has been a notable difference in many cases. How wonderful that Julia was able to focus on the human circle and its arcs. Today too many of those arcs focus on the monitor which shows the pulse of the patient.
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