Some day I sit with my father while he has dinner in the dining hall. I’ve gotten to know a few of the other oldies here and feel for them and their sufferingr. One lady is deteriorating fast. It shocks me to see her change in appearance. She’s in so much pain all the time, and often moans out and mumbler out love asking for her mother. Today she told me that she didn’t want to die, while she apologized to her passed on mother. I can only imagine how being exposed to her suffering might affect the other here. I see how it affects my dad’s mood. I am however grateful that my dad is not suffering physically as she is. All I can offer is empathy and to give everyone some undivided attention, and a human touch, as simple as holding their hand.