Just Sayin’: Nothing To Cry About
When I think I’m having a bad day, all I have to do is go to the hospice building and talk to Sergeant Major Hayes. He’s 85, bedridden, and spends most of his evenings fighting a war that ended in 1945. Part of the time he fades in and out of dementia. The rest of the time he tells me stories about things he’ll never do again. No, I’m not having a bad day at all…
Jesus, God bless the man. Sometimes when my heart would hurt bad I would think how would it be if I could just forget it all ???
Don’t even think that
yup I understand that now 🙂
Be thankful for what you can do and stay the coarse. Would love your thoughts on Eaten an Eskimo, come on by buddy and let us know what you think. Will pray for you and that vet, god bless you guys
Absolutely true Rob and this is our life at that age. So beautifully written.
In just a few short words, this post brought tears to my eyes. No, I’m not having a bad day. In fact, it’s a great one!
Precisely