Skip to main content

God Bless Good Caregivers

It sure is hard to lose good caregivers! They become friends and even family. They spend quality time with me, showing me kindness, patience, and love. And I drink it in, fill up my heart, and they become a part of my soul. Is there any greater love? Really?

Tonight is my last night my "bestie" caregiver, Brittney. I cried the instant I heard. Some how it feels like losing a daughter. I felt so connected to her, like a close family member. But, like a daughter, she must leave the nest and go forth in the word. I can only wish her well and pray that all the best in the world comes to her.

I can't help but reflect on other wonderful caregivers who touched my heart and left a gentle imprint on my soul before they moved beyond my reach. Assan, Kellie, James, Hattie, and now, Brittney. From Life Care Center of Federal Way, there was Kiley, Lynda, Ruth, Andra, Cecelia, Priscilla, Brenda, Mama Sue, Nicole, Kori, Diane, Pam, and others. Before that was John, Judy, Marcie, Carol, and I'm ashamed to admit I've forgotten some names but not their impact.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Creep

  Have you ever used the internet to look up an old flame? How about an old arch-enemy? Did you have the intention to reconnect? Me neither.

I Remember...

I remember catching fireflies,  putting them in a jar, as a girl of five. I picked pears off a tree that overhung an alleyway on my route home from school, then enjoyed the forbidden fruit. .I had a golden cat who chased a gray mouse through our living room sending my mother, 3-year old sister, and me screaming atop the sofa and chairs. We lived in a farmhouse and I watched Romper Room. A daddy longlegs skittered across my dirty kid legs as I teeter-tottered on a broken kitchen chair back. I played grocery store and laid out a bedroll for group nap time in preschool. We lived in an apartment attached to a bakery. My maternal grandparents visited and a photo was snapped. Grandma held Dawn and Grandpa held me. I held Grandpa's chin. Walking through the back of the flour-caked kitchen, I saw scrumptious pastries and colorful toys stuck in the cupcakes with my hungry kids eyes. We lived in a two-story apartment building next door to a large farmer's field.  That field was my