Sometimes you look for the little things in life to give it real meaning.  A few weeks ago I was spending nights in the hospital watching over my 92 year old father.  He suffers Alzheimer's, pneumonia, and several other problems.  He hasn't known who I am, or most other folks as well, for some time now. When he isn't in the hospital he's in an assisted living facility.
Twice in the three nights while I was with him in the hospital I glanced over at him and found that he had been watching me.  Apparently he had been studying me.  Suddenly, twice--two different nights--when he saw that I had discovered him looking at me and studying me he flashed his famous big grin and his patented wink.  For those quick moments I think he knew who I was. For those quick moments we had a form of real communication.  Those quick moments were worth all of the effort to be there.  Those quick moments will be treasured forever.