When my poor old boy came down from north and south to visit all stations with him. All the children met us, and I noticed how he looked at himself. It was nice. I thought of his own mother's death. I had a good time with him. He seemed to be enjoying it. His wife said: "You are not so bad after all." We went together to the station. He was very happy. He told me about his life. I felt sorry for him. He was not able to remember much. He had been in a hospital before. He was not able to speak clearly. He said he was tired of being ill. He wanted to go home. He asked if I would take him there. I said yes, but he could not walk. He needed help. He said he was sorry for his wife. She was very kind to him. He thanked her for everything. He said he loved her very much. He wanted to see her again. He said he would write to her soon. He said he hoped she would come back.