In a past article that I wrote about the song “Remember Me” by Mark Shultz, I talked about my struggle with knowing what I should do to make a difference and to not be forgotten and be remembered. Since I wrote that article I started thinking more about those individuals who are forgotten or as what I would say have been forgotten.
Who am I talking about? I see these people every Tuesday at my weekly Rotary meeting. You see we meet at a senior living facility, and unfortunately I see in the eyes of many of the residents a loss, or a sadness that has set in. Though I am making some assumptions in this case, I would say that many of them do not see their families much. I can say this from experience in some of the people that lived in other facilities that I had frequented in my past. Many of these aging people did have friendships, but in my conversations with them, they yearned for more contact and conversation. They had family, but their family was not there often, leaving them alone to their memories.
The more conversations that I seem to have with these people the more I think that though I know I will get older, I dread the idea of becoming one of the forgotten. I hope that I am able to instill in my own children the responsibility to stay connected with their parents.
My Question for the Day?
- What about you? What experiences have you had with “the forgotten”? How will you instill in others the importance of not forgetting those around you?
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My heart really aches for those in retirement homes. I hope to visit with my girls on a regular basis in the near future.
Interesting… basically because I had the same thought not too long ago. Hence the life changing view and the goal to make a family mission plan.
I’m estranged from my father, well not really, but it feels like it because we have nothing to talk about. I feel bad for him and wonder if he is lonely, but it’s tough and then I wonder what will happen to us, if he should need more care.
I’m interested in more responses!
The year we lost three grandparents (one two days before Christmas), I started a Christmas Eve tradition. (If you ever get bored, read this: http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/2007/11/as-holidaysoll-out.html) That’s how we remember those close to us who are no longer here. As for those close to us who are still alive, we are not very good about visiting Mr.4444’s mom. It’s complicated. I could do better.
THANK YOU SO MUCH for reaching out to me and lnteitg me know we have something in common even though it is painful. Sometimes you just need to know that someone else understands what you are feeling and all the emotions. My dad was only 59 years young which is way too early to leave this place. But I will do everything in my power to keep his memory alive. I will be reading your blog daily as well. Please do keep in touch with me.