We've got a long time member at Antioch who is now 98 years old. We call her Granny Hyatt and up until the last couple of years, lived by herself. When I would visit, not only would she talk circles around me [probably because she kept her house at 100 degrees and I fought to stay awake], she would also insist that I eat a piece of pie. She was such a pleasant woman of God and so full of life.
Last night her family was called into the nursing home as the physicians thought she might not make it through the night. Knowing that, I paid her a visit this morning. It was so sad. She sleeps most of the day and when she is awake she doesn't make much sense.
Today's experience reminded me how much I despise nursing homes. Don't get me wrong, they are much needed. But the sights, the sounds, the smells of a nursing home just break my heart every time. My hat goes off to the men and women who have that gift to work with the elderly. Thank you for taking care of the "Grannys" of this world.