“It’s raining outside. I hate the rain!” complained Charlie.
“Look, its starting to freeze, soon winter will be here. Nothing I hate more than winter!”
“The snow, its covering the window, can’t see a damn thing!”
“Will you shut your trap? All you do is complain about what’s happening outside your damn window. At least you are strong enough to look out the window, not stuck here in the bed too weak to move like me!” said Charlie’s roommate, an old man on the verge of death.
Conversations like this are common in Sunnyville Retirement Home.
This bleak reminder of what is to come for many is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. This Holiday season, try to take some time to visit someone living in a retirement home. Many of the residents of these homes have no family around them, and often spend their Christmas and other holidays alone.
So much sadness. Well written.
I told you I could write nice stuff too…thanks for reading
Oh gosh, that is rather bleak.
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I used to volunteer at a seniors home, this story is all too true and real.
Loved the message. Yes, everybody deserves a holiday cheer, and not everyone can get it so easily like we do 😦
I’ve worked at seniors homes, too. This is the place where the chickens really come home to roost for some folks. Charlie has obviously never learned to be grateful.
Your thought is very kind and I support it. Take time to visit a shut-in this Christmas— and then again in January.
Having just come back from visiting my mother-in-law in her retirement home, I can vouch for the grumpies and the mellows and the complainers and the silent ones…
Made me think a bit of “The Bucket List”… 🙂