Yesterday one of our precious seniors came to our gift shop. She doesn't frequent the shop but maneuvered her motorized wheelchair in there and carefully picked out a couple of items. A bar of soap, some candy and some Lectric Shave.
Alice, our receptionist, was checking her out and asked "Mittie" if the Lectric Shave was for her. Mittie giggled a little and sheepishly told her that it was... and it wasn't. Mittie went on to explain that her husband (that passed away this year) used to wear Lectric Shave. She said when she puts a little on her hands and rubs it on her pillow and his pillow, she can still feel his presence.
Every day there is a story like that. Growing older is not for wimps, nor the faint of heart. It is only for valiant soldiers who never give up. I get to see the bravest of soldiers every day. Most of them sport gray hair, glasses a hearing aid or two and a cane or walker, a smile and genuine concern for those around them.
I have the best job in the world, surrounded by amazing heroes.
When I grow up, I want to be like them,