Love is… always greeting people with a smile.
Love is… touching, giving value to, calling by name and saying, ‘I love you’, to often-forgotten elderly.
Love is… a director giving you her personal cell phone number and telling you to call any day, any hour.
Love is… a nurse having to do yucky things to make a helpless resident feel better.
Love is… a gentle, kind activities director paining fingernails on twisted fingers and filling up a calendar of events to bring laughs and fun to an otherwise lifeless day.
Love is… a cook making special, soft plates for residents who have trouble swallowing.
Love is… a humble maintenance man stopping to hug and talk kindly to the elderly.
Love is… changing dirty bedsheets and washing someone else’s clothes when your own laundry is piled up at home.
Love is… night shift nurses who rarely get thanked, putting residents in pajamas, brushing teeth, tucking in, saying prayers, singing amazing grace.
Love is… stopping to bring the phone to a loved one’s ear on days that I couldn’t come.
Love is… encouraging family with verses, biblical principles and promises to pay.
Love is… having an open-door policy, never hiding or masking the truth, even if it hurts.
Love is… taking the time to talk to family members, giving details about participation in activities, what was eaten, when they napped, or what they said.
Love is… taking the time to feed someone who has forgotten how.
Love is… putting sugar in lemonade or on oatmeal so she’ll eat it.
Love is… honoring someone who has never won a beauty contest or felt pretty by crowning them Queen of Hearts – tiara and all!
Love is… crying with a family member when there are just no words to say.
There are so many more examples of your love in action. God sees all the hidden, precious acts that I haven’t seen. I failed to even mention cleaning toilets, sinks and vacuuming. God esteems all the hidden things that people don’t see and will reward them.
The greatest comfort has been that when I left my mom’s presence, I was confident that she was cared for and loved genuinely.
I know that my mother can’t speak or express her thanks – most of the residents can’t - so I know that you all don’t work for praise. God put something in you that makes me see His glory. I firmly believe that one day Jesus will thank you for feeding, clothing, caring for Him – because when you do it unto the least of his brethren, you do it unto Him.
Love is… Hickory Hill. – LS