For the holidays, and even on random days when we can, our little family heads over the hills to visit grandpa, who is in an independent care facility.
Grandpa has a tough time hearing … and seeing … and, well, even remembering who we are sometimes. It’s expected. He’s lived a long and adventurous life. He has amazing stories and we really enjoy our visits. But after we arrive at his building, getting to him sometimes is a challenge.
Once we pull up to the facility and park our car, we see a few of the residents there peek out the window, roll their wheelchairs or hobble their walkers outside to get a better look.
Like a bunch of zombies, they all come shuffling toward us.
At first, it sort of freaked me out, and my mind flashed back to that scary scene in the movie “Poltergeist,” when all the dead church people were surrounding the little girl because they were drawn to her life force.
I have a nurse friend who used to ask me to bring my dog in to her work to brighten up some of the lonely senior citizens who lived there.
“Some of them never have any visitors, and they get real excited to see other people and animals come in, even if it’s just for 10 minutes,” she informed me.
Kids offer the same joy.
I love seeing the smiles on people’s faces when they see a child and even more when it prompts them to recall a special moment in their own lives to share. So, while we are there to visit grandpa, I make sure to take a little extra time and compassion for his neighbors – the kids see it and understand why, too.
(just for fun)
\"The Simpson\'s\" visit grandpa