... Somthing my father taught me that I will always remember.....
My Dad was legally blind when he moved to a nursing home. My Mom, his wife of 47 years had passed away 10 years before. He came to live with me being a wonderful blessing for me and my children. One day he slipped and fell on some ice. Broken ribs causing a puncture to his plual sac starved his brain of oxygen for almost a week. I had to move him to a nursing home much to my dismay. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window. I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.But Dad, you haven't seen the room; just wait. ''That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he 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 already decided to love it because you chose it. Besides, '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. 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 now! Thank you for your big part in filling my Memory Bank".
My Dad developed Alsheimers and lost all his short term memory, but he always had a smile and a sence of peace. He always remembered me and my children. He passed away June 25th 2009. I know he is now in a better place reunited with my Mother and still very happy. My Father never complained. I pray that I can follow his example and be such a blessing to my family as he was to me.
My Dad was legally blind when he moved to a nursing home. My Mom, his wife of 47 years had passed away 10 years before. He came to live with me being a wonderful blessing for me and my children. One day he slipped and fell on some ice. Broken ribs causing a puncture to his plual sac starved his brain of oxygen for almost a week. I had to move him to a nursing home much to my dismay. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window. I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.But Dad, you haven't seen the room; just wait. ''That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he 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 already decided to love it because you chose it. Besides, '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. 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 now! Thank you for your big part in filling my Memory Bank".
My Dad developed Alsheimers and lost all his short term memory, but he always had a smile and a sence of peace. He always remembered me and my children. He passed away June 25th 2009. I know he is now in a better place reunited with my Mother and still very happy. My Father never complained. I pray that I can follow his example and be such a blessing to my family as he was to me.
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