Nobody who cares...

I look around at Birchwood, in the memory care unit, where Jeanne stayed for 38 months. And I see other residents. Many of whom could go home. For visits. A few hours. And oh, it would help their morale. But they don’t go home. For varied reasons. But mostly because there’s no one to take them home. No one with the gumption, or the desire, to give it a try. To see how it works. Yes, it would take effort. Maybe a bit of daring. And if there‘s no home to go to -- well, there’s still the great outdoors. Wheelchair rides. Fresh air. Yet, I see so many that don’t ever get outdoors; or if they do, it’s on rare occasion. Very rare. Oh, everybody at Birchwood has some human contact. From professional care-givers. But too many don’t have visitors. Don’t have loved ones. Don’t have spouses. Don’t have sons and daughters. Don’t have relatives and friends that live nearby. Nobody who cares enough to show up in a way that counts -- on a daily basis. --Jim Broede