Extending our care, for those among us

     

     I just returned from our dining room where I was served a delicious dinner, ending with a delectable dessert, bread pudding — much like what my mother used to make. 

     Continuing to enjoy my new home, I am getting to know and appreciate many of the fine folk here. 

     I occasionally hear a grumble or two, but generally, most folk are upbeat, gracious and kind — like my new friend Lena, who bears my dear late mother’s name. 

     Perhaps it is her warm smile and friendly persona that so reminds me of my mom. 

     The following poem comes to mind: 

I’ve never seen God but I know how I feel… 
It’s people like you who make Him SO REAL. 
My God is no stranger, 
He’s friendly and warm. 
It seems that I pass Him so often each day…
In the faces of people I meet on my way. 
He’s the stars in the heaven, a smile on some face… 
A leaf on a tree, or a rose in a vase. 
He’s winter and autumn and summer and spring…
In short, God is Every, Real, Wonderful Thing… 
I wish I might meet Him much more than I do…
I would if there were More People Like You.” 

— Helen Steiner Rice.

     I was pleased to have my former Glenmore neighbour call me up today and ask a favour of me — just like old times. 

     She wondered if I would drive her to the hospital emergency room, as she needed treatment on a badly infected finger. Though no longer an-across-the-street neighbour, I was pleased she felt she could still call on me if the need arose. 

     On my return, I stopped to visit with my dear friend Terry, at Cottonwoods, our local extended care hospital. 

     Her recent fall — leaving her with a broken limb just as she was about to be released from hospital — has put her homecoming on hold, once again. 

     But, as always, she shows a quiet, peaceful smile and happy countenance. 

     She has learned to "take the bitter with the sweet," not letting such things spoil her day. I have never, ever heard her complain. What an example she has been to me. 

     Not able to walk on her own until almost six years of age — due to polio — it is obvious Terry learned how to accept life’s challenges early on in life. 

    Now, in her very late 90's, I believe God is allowing Terry to remain a little longer with us for the above reason. 

     My short visit last week to Dave and Carolyn’s home in Kamloops, came as an unexpected delight. 

     Son-in-law James, having company business in the River City, suggested Karen and I accompany him and make a visit of it. 

     

Beulah with daughter-in-law Carolyn Eagles.

Stopping for lunch at Marian's favourite spot, Wendy's.

Marian playing at a Remembrance Day sing-along.

     While there, I had the privilege of attending a Remembrance Day sing-along at one of the several extended care facilities where Marian Owens (my daughter-in-law’s mother), regularly provides music. 

Marian Owens at the piano.

     
     War songs, such as, When the Lights Go on Again all Over the World, brought back poignant memories. 

     I can’t believe how the days continue to quietly slip by. 

     

     

     I just realized Christmas is not that far away. Checking my calendar, I see that I am scheduled one week from today to begin my yearly stint as a bell ringer for the Salvation Army Christmas kettles. 

     I think the following statement is quite appropriate:  

Time cannot be halted in its swift and endless flight, 
For age is sure to follow youth, 
As day comes after night. 
And while being young and frivolous, was very stimulating…
I find that being old and wise, 
Is very compensating.   

—  by Helen Steiner Rice

Wise words, I say.

— beulah