From black thumb to green thumb

A caregiver’s thank you to the chaplain who wouldn’t leave me alone

I scowled at the green nuisance sitting on the rolling table, wondering why in the world the chaplain brought this plant over. My grandfather had just turned 95 years old. He was a trained mechanic, a master chef, a veteran and married for 49 years.

He built his home from the ground up and rarely if ever hired anyone to fix anything, from plumbing to roof repairs. I respected this Renaissance man for everything, minus his fascination with…

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Shamontiel L. Vaughn

Shamontiel L. Vaughn

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