Stone Circle Give me your wisdom

Valette could imagine that. She looked with compassion at her father. She didn't know what he wanted to say when he stopped halfway through the sentence, almost like he wondered about the past, or maybe what death would be like. It could be either of those things. "As long as you are comfortable here, Dad." She scooted closer to him.

"Can you still remember, Mom? I know what she looked like but her face has faded over the years," she commented softly. "It is good to have you around."