The service was over at the Assisted living facility. I had been part of the Christmas program and The residents seemed more "with it" than in Many of the other nursing homes. But one sweet lady in the last chair near the door Looked at me with haunted eyes. "Can you help me? I don't know where I am?" Her name was Jean. I put my arm around her and said, "It's so hard to be confused, isn't it?" She nodded. I found an attendant to lead her To her room. I thought about Jack. During his dementia days, sitting in his Familiar chair, he would plead, "When are we going home? When are we going home?" My hugs didn't help. When you think of folks this Christmas, Remember those who feel misplaced, Displaced, And pray for the ones who Love them. |