He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. Epilogue. . .
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.