I normally don't post these thoughts for a variety of reasons, yet this one I felt compelled to do so...don't ask me why. A deep pit in my stomach made itself known to me this morning as I was with Ella. I had taken her to Aqua Therapy then to see my Dad in his nursing home. Since I was driving my car I didn't have her power wheelchair and I forgot to bring her manual chair. That was fine...I didn't mind carrying her. As we waited for the elevator after our visit with my Dad I was able to take a good long look at Ella. I don't think she knew I was watching her so intently, or maybe she did and didn't mind, but she never once looked at me for a full minute. She kept her gaze on the closed doors of the elevator waiting patiently for its arrival. My eyes sank deep into her face, watching as she silently allowed me to. I noticed something I hadn't really taken notice of in a long time, probably since the months leading up to her diagnosis ...