At the skilled nursing where I work per diem, there was an old man sitting in his wheelchair. Next to him was a woman who worked there. She was keeping him company. They were playing some game. I came back a while later. He was sitting up in his wheelchair, eyes closed, head bowed (apparently asleep) and holding her hand. It was so sweet. I don't care how old we get, we all want our hand held every once in a while. 

-Erika