These People 9

The one who smiled sweetly.

Wash your hands, wear a mask, get vaxxed.

These People 8

The one who longed for home.

The one who went home.

The one who flew free.

Please wash your hands and wear a mask.

These People 6.5 or 7

The one who was quiet.

Wash up. Mask up.

These People 6

The one who loved her sister.

The one with the dolls.

The one who was shy.

Please. Wash your hands. Wear a mask. Please.

These People 5

The one who loved PB&J.

Wash your hands and mask up, please.

These People 4

The one who fell in love with his wife every day when he met her again for the first time.

The one who drank ginger ale for breakfast.

Wear a mask. Wash your hands.

These People 3

The one who loved Elvis.

The one who wanted to talk to his son.

Please wear a mask. Please wash your hands.

These People 2

The one who loved Twizzlers.

Wear a mask. Wash your hands.

These People

This is not a light, funny post. I’m going to talk about some people who are heavy on my heart right now and play a sad song at the end so prepare yourself.

If you read my reunion post you may remember that I was applying to nursing school and, yes, I was accepted and am happily studying the Muscular system. I’ve been working at a nursing home for the last few years. Our facility has been on COVID-19 lockdown since our governor issued the order.

You may remember I live in Pennsylvania where our governor actually gives a shit about the lives in this commonwealth. You may not like him but thanks to his “draconian” orders and the leadership of Dr. Rachel Levine, and our administrator who actually listened and made sure we were in compliance even though she didn’t vote for him, we went months without an outbreak. Department of Health recommendations changed weekly, daily, hourly, and all we could do was try to keep up.  We talked about how we could keep our residents safe, about how it would move through the building like wildfire once it came. 

A couple of weeks ago, it came. In the last fourteen days we’ve lost ten residents. This is about them.

The one who loved getting her nails done.

The one who loved horses. 

The one who voted for the first time this year.

The one who was on every committee, welcomed every new resident, and played every card game we had.

The one who collected angels and was so proud to be a great-great-grandmother.

The one who sang to us when he was in a good mood.

The one who gave everyone a hard time, with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.

The one who programmed her speech board to say “Hey, baby, nice butt!” 

The one who wanted to go to Penn State.

The one who called me her “dear friend” when she talked to her daughter.

Please wear a mask and social distance. Please wash your hands. Please check on your friends who work in healthcare. Thank you to those who’ve sent hugs and Richard Armitage reciting Byron to me. It’s appreciated more than I can tell you.

Love your people hard.

All Roads Must End

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