Whether I will ever go home remains unknown to me. I once had a home, it may have been small, but it was mine. It was filled with lots of things I collected over the years. I had my own furniture, knick-knacks and books. Now, I'm here, my only possessions fit in half a room, half a closet.
I had many different clothes to wear, now, for pants, I have just six pair. My blouses were so bright and cheerful, now there drab and dull. I've had many pets over the years, now my family takes care of them. So many things in life, someone takes for granted. But, when you're old or sick, you have only your self respect.
Sometimes I long for a hand to hold or just a little hug. The feeling or someone who really cares, of warmth and love. Sometimes, if I could only see a smile or have you sit down and talk for a while. I realize your busy, there re so many of us. Some days, when you leave, you must be full of disgust.
The night time is the scariest of all. It's so dark and lonely, you're so busy, I don't want to call. But I get frightened and lonely, so I ring my bell. Just for a little company, to set my mind at ease, to tell me I'm really okay and I'm not living in HELL.
You get so upset, sometimes, when I have an accident in my wheelchair or bed. If only you knew how I feel when it happens, you wouldn't chastise me. HEY!! Remember, I'm HUMAN, just like you. So, if you could, next time, I'm always on my light, or dirty myself, or get cross, or on your nerves, PLEASE, take a minute to put yourself in my shoes.
The thing I'm
afraid of most of all, is dying alone, 'cause you're down the hall.
If, when that day comes so near, you'd just take time out to hold my hand,
let me know how much you care. It would make it a little easier to
go, a little less frightening to know someone took the time to be with
me, hold my hand and say, "It's okay, if God os calling you home, you really
should let go. I'm here to make you comfortable, but if the time
has come, I can't stop it, so go, enjoy your afterlife, give up, you've
dealt with enough pain and strife." If only you knew how I felt,
someday, when your old or sick. Imagine how it will be for you, that's
exactly what I'm going through.
I found this while working in a local Nursing Home. Can you feel the emotions that these people feel? Think about the Home down the street, or in your town. Stop by to pay a visit, it doesn't matter who it is. All that matters is that you took the time to be a friend, and someday that time spent will be repaid.