Visit A Nursing Home This Week....
The Lives You Touch,
They Will Lift You 500 Times Over.
I Promise.
- Stacey
- Hi! I'm Stacey, and if you've landed here by accident, stay anyway. Jamee Forever because Jamee, my sister, is forever part of my life; her death in 2002 did not change that. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and try to honor her memory. I fail some days (I'm sure she shakes her head often). I also have this handsome husband, two sons and a daughter--and while life is far from perfect, God has given me good reason to make it worthwhile. I find comfort in the beautiful souls I've encountered along the road I run, walk and sometimes limp along. And I find hope in Jesus, that I'll live to hear Jamee's voice again. Oh...and photos. I'm visual and I'm not afraid to use my camera!
21 Comments:
I volunteered in one as a child and it changed my life. Thanks for the reminder :) Great shots.
Wow, these photos make me "feel" way too much at once. How sweet of you. I'm sure it does make a huge difference.
It makes me wonder what the man pictured was doing when he was 30. Time doesn't stand still for anyone. I hope I get visits too when I'm his age.
Powerful message Nicoal.
Those darling girls and I go visit a 100-year-old lady from our church who lives in Assisted Living. We like to go at lunch and make everyone's day. What fun to see their faces when little girls walk in.
Thanks so much for stopping by! Come back any time.
You can tell that he is smiling on the inside, though it may not be showing on the outside. How blessed he is to have someone make him feel like smiling! Thanks for sharing these heart-tugging photos. And, thanks for visiting my blog!
Dear Stacey,
I love your pictures and blog. You have such a sweet heart. I love volunteering also. Bless you for doing that. Thanks for sharing and Happy WW.
Smiles and Blessings,
Angel ():)
you reminded me of my early nursing days..I miss nursing homes..Arent they an awesome place to visit?
My first time visiting your blog. I love the flow and admire your remembrance of your sister. My younger brother passed two years ago. I still miss him.
peace, Villager
My heart goes out to the older people, enjoyed visiting your blog, love always me
My mom spent her last years in a nursing home. The residents do, indeed, enjoy any visitor.
My boys did this as a Cub Scout project. It is very touching indeed!
Hey Stacey with an E, you don't live too far from me! (Springfield).
What a sweetie - I love how he's posing for the camera.
I have a hard time in nursing homes. It just hearts my hurt too much...
Awww there is John, I wanna meet this man. he is such a Heart Breaker!
I may have to make the trip to LS and join you on this one. Not this wednesday but next!
Hubby is working hard, I gotta stay and supervise. lol
doing youth tonight?
A wonderful message and wonderful pictures.
And Happy Wednesday from a Missourian from the opposite side of the state.
You are just a treasure! I can only imagine how wonderful you make the day of the people there!
Happy WW!
Jane, Pinks & Blues Girls
I love to hear their stories. I have sat there for hours and learned more about life then I can in a book or on TV.
Really nice! I used to visit nursing homes when I was younger...maybe I should think about doing it again. Thanks for the reminder.
Your blog is beautiful by the way.
Thanks for visiting...happy WW!
Good message! I've been thinking about volunteering in a nursing home... but little kids are more my specialty. As a kid I spent a lot of time in nursing homes cause my dad was the guardian of my grandmother and elderly great-aunt... so I sorta developed a phobia...
In response to your comment on my blog...Yes, St Louis. However, I was born over in the KC area and the region is still littered with my family members, so I know it well. I do love it over there, but I'm happy to stick with my river town...even if it is the wrong side ;)
Nursing homes are hard - they break my heart as well - but I know how much it means to those people to have visitors. So I go. And when I leave I sit in my car and bawl.
When we took the twins to visit my grandmother, who lived in another state, we spent more time in the hall way getting to and from her room, stopping to visit with residents, than we did with her.
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