My 92 year old Dad broke his pelvis bone and is in the nursing home working to get better. I have spent a number of days with him. He will improve and I am hopeful he will be home in a few weeks.
The nursing home is a depressing place. I try to talk and smile to all those I see. Some smile back. Some just look numb. Waiting.
All the nurses and staff deserve a "shout out" and round of thanks. Their work never ends. They stay upbeat. They help. And with our aging population so many more are coming.
My fear. When I see all elderly and sick needing care, is this were it all ends? Numb. Waiting.
My hope. When I get to this place someone smiles and talks with me. I do not want to be a burden to anyone, ever. I'm praying there will be just enough gunpowder in The Blast Factory that I can light the fuse. One last time!
As I left my Dad yesterday, I asked him if I could bring him a poetry book. He tapped his head and said, "It's all up here!".
Then he said, "They also serve who only stand and wait."
He said, "Milton!"