Yesterday I visited with a resident who, the last time I saw her, was up, speaking, interacting, enjoying every minute — but yesterday she was totally unable to communicate except by blinking her eyes, nodding her head, and placing her head in my direction.
Life is so very fleeting . . .
Coincidentally, yesterday I also had the sad responsibility of reading a prayer over the public address system for the entire nursing home to take a minute out to pray for those who lost their lives at the Washington Navy Yard, a facility only 35-40 minutes away, and one at which either our residents or staff may have family.
Life is so very fleeting . . . let us resolve to remember that every minute counts . . .
We never know which minute will be our last.