i DID enjoy it. thanks for sharing. if anyone enjoyed the poem at the end, i found it on the web:
Caregiver
Blessed are they who understand
my faltering step and shaking hand.
Blessed, who know my ears today
must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
my eyes are dim and my mind is slow.
Blessed are they who looked away,
I spilled my tea on the cloth that day!
Blessed are they who, with cheery smile,
stopped to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who know the way
to bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they who never say,
“You’ve told that story twice today!”
Blessed are they who make it known
that I’m loved, respected and not alone.
And blessed are they who will ease the days
of my journey home, in loving ways.
Another Beatitude
By Elizabeth Clark