Dear Anonymous,
It's wet and chilly and dark. And this is the look when I say 'Wait, wait... I gotta turn the camera on.', because it was not on. And I was fumbling with it, barely able to hold it and hold this moment of his laughter which I had never, ever heard before. He is showing us a painting a family member has painted for him. But all I can see is his smile. A smile I have never seen. Months of seeing him and never a smile, not so much as a grin. And then today.
Blueberry cake in hand and a promise of a coffee, with a coffee card in hand. Socks eagerly accepted. Thank you Dear Anonymous, thank you.