Visiting

My mom, sister and I were in Austin shopping today and we decided to go and visit my aunt at her residential facility today. The facility is very nice. It’s clean, bright, has a nice courtyard, the staff was friendly and attentive.

She was napping when we showed up but very happily got up to visit with us. We helped her get on her shoes and glasses and went for a walk in her courtyard. A lady came out while we were out there and kept asking how she could get out of the facility because she didn’t want to miss her son. She finally decided that she would just walk to town so she could meet him. It was heartbreaking to realize that she wasn’t there mentally.

We walked around the loop in the courtyard and kept each other laughing. After we went back inside we sat with her while she had her snack and talked about everything and yet nothing. Leaving was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in quite awhile. It was so hard to walk away and leave her behind. It felt like a betrayal. I really wanted to cry.

We made her day today though. She kept saying how happy she was to see us. How happy she was that we came and saw her. Such a simple thing really, a quick trip. And yet, it made her so happy. It was totally worth it.

~The Countess~

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About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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