Eileen’s family

SeasonsEileen’s voice rumbled down the long hallway at the nursing home, skidding past open doors and slamming into the nurse’s station desk.

“Where am I?” she asked. Loudly and often. “What am I doing?”

Two aides were helping a man re-settle in his wheelchair. They didn’t turn to Eileen.

A nurse wrote notes in a file folder. She didn’t look up.

“Where am I?” Eileen thundered. “What am I doing?”

This was Eileen’s life until one day her daughter came to visit.

“Shh, Mom,” the daughter said, leaning close to Eileen’s ear. “I’m taking you to lunch.”

“I just don’t know what to do,” Eileen said.

“You’re going to eat.” The daughter settled into a chair with a sign.

Eileen ate lunch.

After lunch, the daughter was joined by more family members who carried paper bags and a cake box.

Then they rolled Eileen and her wheelchair out the door to the patio.

Eileen looked around but she didn’t say a word.

“We’re going out here,” said a family member. “It’s your birthday today.”

Eileen nodded but she didn’t speak.wheelchair2

On that day, with family celebrating another milestone with Eileen, she didn’t need to ask any questions.

She didn’t ask who she was or what she was doing.

“I’ll have some cake,” she announced.

She was with family and that was enough for Eileen.

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