“Is my family coming today?” she asks.
Her blue eyes avoid the beauty of the roses as she’s wheeled around the garden.
“Did my daughter call?” she asks as I massage the swollen joints of her fingers.
Another day of unanswered questions has passed. By the glow of a streetlight, I tuck the cotton blanket around her frail body. The photos on the wall, like the creases in her skin, tell of a life well-lived. From their frames, faces I’ve met smile down. Now she has only us, an ever-changing roster of caregivers and nurses.
“Did my son call?”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Awesome story. Hits me close to my heart. How sad but common is this.
Thank you.
It’s a sad reality, unfortunately.
Hits me too and it is so sad there are so many people suffering like this.
Thank you for your comment, I’m glad my piece is having an impact. It’s an awful situation that’s far too common.
Superbly observed story.
Thank you very much.
Excellent capturing of a familiar scene. I loved the ending with hope “maybe tomorrow”
Thank you.
I’m glad you liked the ending.
As a support worker myself, sad to say this is so true. This hits home and brought tears to my eyes. Superbly told.
Thank you.
It was definitely one of the most difficult aspects of the work for me.
Concise, poignant, and all too real. , Well done!
Amazing feedback. Thank you!
Awesome. Well-told and prescient.
Thank you very much.
Very sad, but unfortunately a reality for so many.
It really is. I struggled to witness it as a support worker, I can only imagine the loneliness the residents in these situations must feel.
Well told and emotional… I experienced this as a therapy worker in my youth… kudos …
Thank you.
It’s such a difficult thing to experience, but such a rewarding field of work at the same time.
Simple, and sadly true. Well done.
Thank you very much.
Anxiety at work.