Hotel Rosewood Heights

We don't know what the writing on the wall is or about the path our life will take.  I have found that more than feeling sorry for myself I feel sorry for Jim; all that he put into his life has been disintegrated and turned to the ashes of boring existence. 

As bad as it sounds I know if he could have planned his future, he would not have chosen this way to end it.  He would have preferred a more sudden approach that would take him quick, over months and possibly years of existing in a nursing facility. 

 Of course tonight when visiting him, he had finished his dinner and was sitting in bed drinking his coffee looking out the window at the lights of downtown Syracuse and he said - "well Jim what did you do all day? Oh I just sat around in bed in the hotel!" 

 If that is how he sees his stay, I guess not being in your right mind is better than the reality of knowing the truth.