My Mom and I called them "little adventures." We went from whitewater rafting with the grandkids and climbing the mountain in Mexico to see the Monarchs to short road trips to favorite places to walks in the local conservatory in winter or wheelchair trips to the state fair. By the end of her life it was a trip to her favorite restaurant for a drink and share a meal or appetizer and finally just a short visit with great-grands riding up and down on her hospital bed, a card or dice game, or a musical visit from grandsons in the hospice.

Also many hours of reliving earlier adventures, with or without the photo albums. And we always tried to keep some flowers around, such a soothing place to rest the eyes and mind.

Does all of my rambling give you any ideas?