It's been a whole week since we visited at Garden House.
Garden House: A loving, safe, and secured home for those afflicted with Alzheimer’s and other dementias.
On Wednesday we walked in. I walked. Chester pranced, tail high and flying.
The residents were taking their morning snooze, each in their comfy recliners, laps draped in colorful quilts and afghans. The living room was hushed and quiet. For now.
"Would anyone like a visit from...." I gently began.
Stella, God bless Stella's dog loving heart, blinked-open her eyes. When she saw us, (clarify--when she saw her buddy) her entire being danced with delight. "Chester's here!" she beamed. And she opened her arms to her friend, who could hardly wait to give her a big ole sloppy kiss.
I love our "job". Miracle Moments.