Sunday, February 19, 2012
A Longing To Be Noticed
To love and to be loved is life. Love, respect - basic human needs. As I walked down the halls of a nursing home yesterday, I looked into the open doors of the residents' rooms and I was sad. Some with bare walls and bare stares. Others with family pictures on the walls and on dressers, and drawings from great grandchildren who loved them. And with hope in their eyes. Some were being wheeled down the hall to the lunch room - shoulders hunched, faces down. All with most of their lives behind them. And I visited my dad. And he was frail, sitting in his wheelchair, but with a bright mind and smile in his eyes, and a longing to be home. And I knew then - all these people had families - all were sons and daughters, most were fathers and mothers. And they had lives and stories and a longing to be loved and noticed - and not forgotten. And they each deserved to be treated with respect and dignity for a long life lived. And I was very thankful for caregivers who actually cared.