May 5-- "on my desk"

This is obviously not my desk.

•  First of all, I don't have a desk.  
• Second, this does not seem like a space conducive to work.
• Third, this would be an inordinate amount of flowers for me to have on my desk. (I'd be a crazy cat lady of flowering house plants)
• Fourth, a dry erase board at my desk would not have the names of the RN, NA, and SA assigned to me. 

In conclusion, no, this is not my desk.

This is the desk in my grandma's hospital room.  The space does not need to be used for work, since she is not doing and cannot do any.  This is not an inordinate amount of flowers to bring to her.  It only represents some of the people who have visited her in the past few days, some bringing a fleeting smile to her face, a few moments to reminisce with her family about better times, or a prayer for her to return to good health.  While not all of them left her flowers, bright reminders of their visit, they all left an impression;  not on Judy Chittick, because soon she does not remember that they've been to see her, but on the family gathered around her.  They've shown by stopping by, because part of friendship is simply showing up, that they love her.  For the family huddled around a hospital bed, aimlessly wandering hospital hallways, speaking in hushed tones to hospital staff and wishing with all that is within them that this were not a hospital, the flowers and visits are a welcome change of pace.
To everyone who came to see my grandma this weekend, thank you.

-Kelly L.