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The 92-year-old petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably fixed and makeup perfectly applied even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room... just wait."
"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room... just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind."
"I've already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.."
"I've already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.."
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Each day is a gift and as long as my eyes open , I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away just for this time in my life..
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing...How about you?
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing...How about you?
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it's indeed an encouraging post. thanks
ReplyDeletewah..rajinnya update jane...chayo2..hehe
ReplyDeleteI'm still depositing, although some of my memory needs to be upgraded as I'm slowly having memory leaks! Aargghh!
ReplyDeleteada sesuatu yg aku boleh amik dr sini..
ReplyDeleteminda kita sebenarnya yg set samada kita boleh berada pada satu2 tempat,dan bukan bergantung pada apa yang ada pada satu2 tmpt tue.
Sam, you're welcome :)
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for reading...
Ellen, semestinya...hehehe
ReplyDeleteJadi addiction sudah nie, kalau tidak update macam mau demam...hihihi
Gallivanter, keep depositing...
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, our memory have enough space for everything :)
Si Biskut, I agree with that.
ReplyDeleteMinda yang mengawal segala-galanya bukan? So, we have to learn how to control our mind...
Tak sedar owh kan, makin hari diri kita makin tua. Hehehehe....
ReplyDeleteBel, betul tu...
ReplyDeleteNext year, angka start 3...hahahaha
mo kawal minda tu yg kadang2 problem tu.. ;p
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