I am glad you visited, I know it made his day. I use to volunteer in a nursing home and it use to make me so sad. So many confused patients, not enough staff to be there to always comfort them. I just wanted to let them know it was ok, tell them where they were and see if I could help. The sad part was, when I left, I was always so happy to be able to walk out, look at the blue skies and feel the overwhelming sense of freedome. Yet, I always went back. One lady named Mary, loved to sing to me. She sang "In the Good Old Summer Time," and "A Bike Built for Two." Every single time she just wanted to sing those two songs and then talk about her life in Ireland. Made my day.
When my own Grandmother was put it, it was hard because she was in Tennessee and I was in New York. I tried to visit as much as I could. Some days she knew me, other days she did not. Memory is a weird thing. The last time I saw her was in the Nursing Home and she knew me. We actually had a very special visit because for a brief time, her memory was back. I would give anything to grab on to the times like that. I missed her mind and now I miss her, even thou I know she is in a better place. Take Care.
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I am glad you visited, I know it made his day. I use to volunteer in a nursing home and it use to make me so sad. So many confused patients, not enough staff to be there to always comfort them. I just wanted to let them know it was ok, tell them where they were and see if I could help. The sad part was, when I left, I was always so happy to be able to walk out, look at the blue skies and feel the overwhelming sense of freedome. Yet, I always went back. One lady named Mary, loved to sing to me. She sang "In the Good Old Summer Time," and "A Bike Built for Two." Every single time she just wanted to sing those two songs and then talk about her life in Ireland. Made my day.
When my own Grandmother was put it, it was hard because she was in Tennessee and I was in New York. I tried to visit as much as I could. Some days she knew me, other days she did not. Memory is a weird thing. The last time I saw her was in the Nursing Home and she knew me. We actually had a very special visit because for a brief time, her memory was back. I would give anything to grab on to the times like that. I missed her mind and now I miss her, even thou I know she is in a better place.
Take Care.
You really NEED to write more. Your writing is lovely.
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