I know many in the nursing home my father is in. I stop every morning before work and almost everyday after work and try to get in once on the weekends. The home is just another community, most everyone in there likes a bit of attention. Some want to have deep conversations and others just an acknowledgement from you. Over the past 2 plus years, I can think of just 3 employees that have been there since my father's admission. A tough place to work, tougher place to live, I am sure. A lot of folks have come and gone in his time (workers and residents). I did run into a HS classmate this past weekend, I hadn't seen him for maybe 5-6 years, his father has been in there for 3+ years
. You do run into some interesting folks there. There was one old boy that told me about the government giving out shotgun shells for shooting pheasants eating the corn after planting back it in the 1940s. There is a fella that sitting by my father in the dining hall that worked for the state or county that has a farm with some awesome habitat, he had put that in maybe 40 years ago, I never knew who owned it. He had a back surgery and is in for recovery, guessing in his 70s, he is or was a PF guy & pheasant hunter also. Still doesn't let folks hunt it. Make the most of your visits b-b, just imagine yourself in here. Witnessing this everyday is one of those things that makes you hope for the heart attack, deep in the field, while hunting pheasants.
