Sunday in the country
As I skip between jobs and enjoy this beautiful sunshine this Sunday brings, I think about the elderly women I have been nursing at the hospital over the past few days.
Each age for us brings a new role, from babies to children, from teens to adults. From Mothers and Sisters to Grandmothers and Grandaunts.
As I care for these often fragile people, I think about their past journeys and smile deeply when their granddaughters come to ” Oma” and say’ I love you’.
Journeys in Autumn and journeys in Spring. May we lest forget the steps that came before.
