Writing after a long time. Feeling a little rusty, so bear with it!
It was very difficult in the past few weeks to take out time for the hospice work. The timing was just not matching.
After Mr. Polite passed away, there were very few people I had to go and spend time. Some days, I would just sit and chat with Ms. Lovely Smile. Others were not as responsive to conversations. Last week, I was introduced to another hospice patient. I call her Ms. Talkative. She loves to talk. She is not as unaware of her surroundings as other patients. But, she is absolutely adorable. You can just sit and listen to her and not help get amused!
The first 2 meetings were rather interesting. She taught me how to drink Cranberry Juice from a glass, how to eat a sandwich, how to fold a napkin and more. When we asked her about one of her ‘younger’ guy friend, oh! she was just filled with praises and excitement. It seemed like I was talking to a boy-crazy teenager (in all due respect). The common theme underneath all these conversations was the zest for life! You hear all about it but I got to see it live! She must have been a fun loving, lively, cheerful, chatty lady with a streak of mischievousness in her. I admire how she has still retained all those qualities despite the pain of old age. She does complain a lot, but don’t we all!
After meeting Ms. Talkative, I went to meet Ms. Lovely Smile. I arrived late this time so she had already finished her dinner. Whenever I have met her, it has always been over dinner. This time she seemed a little tired. She was not initiating conversations (like last few times), she was not responding to most of my conversation. She just seemed really tired. It was a little disappointing to see her like that.
It was very difficult in the past few weeks to take out time for the hospice work. The timing was just not matching.
After Mr. Polite passed away, there were very few people I had to go and spend time. Some days, I would just sit and chat with Ms. Lovely Smile. Others were not as responsive to conversations. Last week, I was introduced to another hospice patient. I call her Ms. Talkative. She loves to talk. She is not as unaware of her surroundings as other patients. But, she is absolutely adorable. You can just sit and listen to her and not help get amused!
The first 2 meetings were rather interesting. She taught me how to drink Cranberry Juice from a glass, how to eat a sandwich, how to fold a napkin and more. When we asked her about one of her ‘younger’ guy friend, oh! she was just filled with praises and excitement. It seemed like I was talking to a boy-crazy teenager (in all due respect). The common theme underneath all these conversations was the zest for life! You hear all about it but I got to see it live! She must have been a fun loving, lively, cheerful, chatty lady with a streak of mischievousness in her. I admire how she has still retained all those qualities despite the pain of old age. She does complain a lot, but don’t we all!
After meeting Ms. Talkative, I went to meet Ms. Lovely Smile. I arrived late this time so she had already finished her dinner. Whenever I have met her, it has always been over dinner. This time she seemed a little tired. She was not initiating conversations (like last few times), she was not responding to most of my conversation. She just seemed really tired. It was a little disappointing to see her like that.
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