Being Stephanie.

This blog is about my days and years volunteering in nursing homes and how it all started. Stephanie is what everyone thought my name was.

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I started visiting the nursing home when my nana and granddaddy were there. After they passed away, there were so many people I had become close to , that I just couldn’t stop going. I remember the moment I realized I could not leave everyone in the nursing home with no one. If I didn’t go then no one would ever visit. For the year I visited my granddaddy 3 times a week, I noticed those who never had visitors.

They were forgotten.

I started visiting the forgotten. At that time my daughter visited with me. They all adored her. We would bring our dogs which were puppies then. Between my daughter and the puppies there just seemed to be a light again where there were just blank faces before. My daughter and I listened to everything they said, their favorite things. We’d go home and print pictures to hang…

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4 thoughts on “Being Stephanie.

  1. You are a blessed soul, Stephanie. 🙂 I had a similar experience, I walked into a nursing home and asked if I could adopt a grandma. So they ask the group who wanted to be adopted and one lady rose her hand. So once a week I would stop by and we would sit and smoke together. I got to know some of the other ladies because of her and would talk and play games with them. Women who had nobody and lived in the awful conditions you speak of. When I got married, we moved and I never saw her again. I still think of both of them and hope she died in peace.

    Thank you so much for sharing your story as it still brings up fond memories.

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  2. That was a wonderful thing you exposed your daughter to. When I was growing up, hmy mom took my two brothers and I to a nursing home, quite often. We even “adopted” a resident or two. I think growing up like that, made me more acceptng of people; and unafraid of differences. I am so happy that helped you. Actually, I have been looking for a hospice to volunteer. I want to be like you when I grow up! 🙂

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    • 🙂 that is so darn sweet!!!!!!
      I never thought of that, how it makes you un afraid. And that is so true. My daughter was around them so much that she really wasn’t afraid of anyone different , hair color, or even injuries as some of them had amputations and some had wounds.

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