A story of human kindness
reaching out and caring
filled with such tenderness
your hearts will melt, I’m sure
read on about this moment.
I don’t mind as I am narrating a story in my head – all quiet moments are gifts of time.
The last couple of weekly visits have changed – the routine of greeting my resident, talking for a few minutes to reassure her of the reason for my visit (I am recording and writing down her life stories and memories), turning on the recorder, and prompting her with a few questions to stimulate her life stories has disappeared.
Lately, during our visits I notice that she is either very drowsy or somewhat confused, and conversations about her family, childhood, school antics or young married life have dried up.
I have had to adapt…
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