jason harris’s mother, emily, had a little room of her own in an assisted living complex, and he visited her almost every sunday.
emily read a lot, and she often gave books to jason and recommended them to him.
one afternoon she was particularly enthused about a book titled “the sky and the rose” by hester morrison. she gave jason her copy and made him promise to read it.
on the next sunday, emily asked jason what he thought of the book, and jason, who had read a few pages, replied, truthfully, i just could not get into it.
oh, i am sorry to hear that, emily replied. i thought it was a wonderful book, and reminded me of so many things in my own life.
the conversation moved on to other things.
ten days later, after one more visit, emily died.
jason felt kind of bad that he had not been more able to share emily’s enthusiasm for the book. he still has his copy, and might try to read it again some day.
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