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.
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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