Blog 7

I knocked on the door of Morrie's house. Connie opens it and greets me. I walk into the house and see Morrie sitting on his wheelchair beside the kitchen table. He smiles at me. "I got you something," I told him as I unpacked grocery bags full of potato salad, macaroni salad, turkey and bagels. "Oh my, so much food! You've got to eat it with me, Mitch." We sat down and began to devour the food as if we hadn't eaten in weeks. "Mitch, I've been thinking about my dependancy on others. The ultimate sign of dependancy is someone wiping your bottom. But I'm working on it. I'm trying to enjoy the process." Enjoy it? "Yes. I can't go shopping. I can't take out the garbage. But I can sit here with my dwindling days and look at what I think is important in life. I have both the time-and the reason- to do that." And that reminded me why I wanted to visit my professor every Tuesday.