and shut up the bullshit.... when the band stops playing...when all the pomp and circumstance has run it's course....
at the end of it all..there is a spirit, there is a heart..there is a life with questioning eyes gazing straight into your soul.
and what quiet but real thing can you offer to them..that means something beyond all of the glitz and the noise?
i see you.
i hear you.
i feel you...right to my core.
and i will answer you..now..and tomorrow.
today i spent a couple of different short blocks of time in with the frail guys. this morning we played..lucky ripping up her toy...tess chewing and squeaking hers...manny toddling awkwardly after his ball...it was a geriatric, in slow motion, joyous gift to me that they gave. this afternoon, i put on andrew lloyd webber and we cuddled and snoozed thru this beautiful music...one on one and then over to the next one...ah such peace.
rescue is about so many things that absolutely must be done responsibly..the feeding, the cleaning, the medicating..the planning, the thinking, the worrying, the caring....the believing....
and it is also very simply...just about being...them and me.
that new frail room is a gift to all of us...let's make it a gift to all of them too. when you have a spare moment or two..pop in and visit...(fix a bed, play a game, brush a coat, bring a drink closer, help them up and out...) and ask them what they need in that moment and be really there with our frail guys.