I don't think I've ever left a nursing home without tears. Sad tears shed for the pains seen and heard. It is hard to miss the endless coughing fits or the deep longing behind a frail man's eyes. Yet in what is seemingly a very depressing place I feel joy, when K's grandma is well enough to smile, or to witness K-mom's for her parents, and especially when we hold hands to pray and grandma whispers "God bless you", so ever quietly that you have to stick your ears right up to her lips for the words to make sense.
Indeed, we are blessed whenever we go. I never had a chance to get to know K's grandma before she was ill, but I see the impact she's made in people's lives, by the love and devotion her family has for her.
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