So why do you live like you are?
Today I led a church service in the dementia unit of the local nursing home.
- One lady spoke only in German.
- Another lady sat on the couch, then slumped over, asleep.
- Another lady spoke non-stop, about absolutely nothing at all.
- Most couldn’t tell you their name, let alone where they are living.
- None could cook for themselves, or look after themselves in any meaningful way.
What a terrible way to end your life.
Yet none of the people in this nursing home were always this way. I can imagine these people living busy, active lives with jobs, families, hobbies, holidays, joys and sorrows, fears and excitement.
Yet their lives today couldn’t be further away from those days.
Either I’ll return to a state where I am completely dependent on others with ever decreasing control of my bodily functions, or I’ll die earlier.
Either way, I’m so glad to have confidence that I’m heading to a much better place.
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