We visited their great-grandma at the village last week.

The littliest ones love going there to visit.  The aquariam is always intriquing to them.

Grandma and granddaughter share moments of conversation together.

Needlework and carefully made crafts are framed and displayed in the hallways.  It amazes me how talented the residents are in creating these masterpieces.

 

This scene touched my heart, as I was getting ready to say goodbye.  A lady was playing beautiful music on the organ in the lobby.  I saw this couple sitting there holding hands while listening to the music.  How tender!  Each visit leaves me with a new appreciation for those in this phase of their lives.  I feel like we all (young and old alike) profit from our time spent with our dear Mother, Mother-in-law, grandma and great-grandma.

Recently I read this poem and close this post with sharing it;

"Blessed In Aging"

"Blessed are they who understand

My faltering step and shaking hand

Blessed, who know my ears today,

Must strain to hear the things they say.

Blessed are those who seem to know

My eyes are dim and my mind is slow

Blessed are those who look away

When I spilled the tea that weary 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 those who never say

"You've told that story twice today."

Blessed are they who make it known

That I am loved, respected, and not alone.

And blessed are they who will ease the days,

Of my journey home, in loving ways."

~Esther Mary Walker

This poem serves as a good reminder to me, today.