here is a comment that i made to a flickr photo about a lady in the nursing home, with hardly any
memory or mind, left
yes, all waiting for the bus to take them Home.
my sister once showed to me a nursing home that had a cemetery for a window view, the tombstones could be clearly seen!!
one does not measure a river by its driest, lowest level, one does not measure a day by the last light of the evening;
thus when I watched my father, in the Home, with his Dementia, not knowing a thing of the last 30 years, I Measured my father by his Life's highest moments of Soul and spirit experiences, not peering at him with the setting sun-ness of his senility!