It's been a lazy weekend, but I did make the effort to visit a friend at a local skilled nursing facility. When I arrived, I smiled and said, "I brought a little sunshine," as I held up the yellow Gerbera Daisies. He was pleased to see me, but the visit was short-lived. I excused myself after about 10 minutes when his son arrived. It was more important that they spend time together ... and I promised to come again.
When I purchased the yellow ones for my friend, I treated myself with these pink ones. They are lovely and cheerful ... a treat I needed.
When I was twelve, I enjoyed visiting the Friendly Home in Rochester, New York. I brought the curiosity that helped the elders share their stories. It felt good to give them an opportunity to engage.
Today was different. I left feeling like I was suffocating. I couldn't breathe and tears flowed. Too much the reminder that my parents are gone and one day I will hear the news that my friend is gone too.
Although I feel pretty healthy, I am on the shorter side of life. Almost everyone I saw was in a wheelchair and many had vacant gazes. I was reminded that I have not prepared for this coming stage of my life. Do any of us really prepare?
So, when I got home I took a moment to photograph my vibrant Gerbera and contemplated bringing a bit of cheer to more of the elderly ... especially those who don't have regular visitors.