I grew up in a very close family with loving grandparents and parents. When my grandfather died at the age of 77, I was crushed. He had been in failing health and you think you're prepared, but you're not. Everytime I would see a man who looked like him, I would tear up. That was at the tender age of 14.
In 2006, my parents started to fail in their health. I lost my father to Prostate cancer in September of 2007 and then my mother died of a broken heart in April of 2008. I took them to many doctor's appointments for their health, cardiologists, doctors, hospitals and then the nursing homes. They were my good friends and I miss them to this day.
The thing is, I still have a soft spot for the elderly and every time I see someone who looks like my grandfather, or parents, I start to tear up. Even now! I'm not going to reveal my age!
So, the other day at the cardiologist for me (I have SVT) the waiting room was filled with clones of my parents at their last visits, wheelchairs, walkers and oxygen bags. Needless to say, I couldn't stop the flow of tears running down my face. I wanted to hug them all and tell them I loved them! The receptionist asked if I was okay and I said yes, a little embarrassed and she understood. I made sure I said hello to most of them as I waited. I can't tell you the look of appreciation they had that someone took the time to talk to them as a person. They are good people! May God Bless!
The thing most people seem to forget or are too busy to realize is that all those in the waiting room have lived a life and have a story to tell. Wouldn't you love to collect them all? You have such a kind heart and I'm sure they could tell!
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