Tuesday, November 25, 2014

A candle for an angel

Sometimes, on days like this, it's so hard to work at a retirement home. 
Even though I only work in the restaurant, I get personally involved with a lot of the elderly. 
They tell a lot about themselves, and of course I learn exactly how they want their coffee, their favourite food. I like them to feel like they are special and know that I remember what they like.
Some are incredibly annoying, nagging, but there also are these little angels that lights up my day when I see them. Like Ingegerd.
Last night she passed away. It feels heavy. I didn't even know she was that ill. She used to visit the restaurant everyday for coffee, sandwishes and a pastry. She couldn't talk very well, so she always waved with her little hand so I could help her pick out goodies. She would always hug me and kiss me on the cheek. 
I know I will look for her everyday for a while..because I can't grasp that she won't come. 
It feels unreal to never see her again.
I hope she has good where she is now and that she has a lot of yummy donuts to eat. <3
Goodbye Ingegerd. 


14 comments:

  1. Aaw. Jag tror nog hon kommer komma förbi då och då för att ta en kaka iallafall. <3

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    1. Ja jag hoppas hon vakar litegrann över oss i köket :D

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  2. Old people can be amazing, have so much to share, so many stories to tell! It is great that someone like you is there to listen and care.

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    1. I always get so curious because they have seen so much. I wish I could see pictures of how everyone looked when they were young :D

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  3. Åh. Jag sommarjobbade några veckor på ett ålderdomshem en gång, och det är ganska knäppt hur fort man fäster sig vid gamlingarna. Dom är så fina. Vila i frid!

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    1. Ja verkligen :( man spenderar ju mer tid än man tänker på med dem, så det blir tomt när någon försvinner.

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  4. Jag förstår hur du känner. Även om det är ett jobb så är det ju människor som en umgås med. Jag tror att de har bra bakverk i himlen. Med lite tur så får hon sällskap av min mormor också =)

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    1. Ja man umgås ju mer med dem än sina egna vänner ens.

      Ja det får de minsann ha, annars blir jag verkligen besviken när jag kommer dit :'D
      Aww, det hoppas jag <3

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  5. Oh, I am so sorry for you :(
    I do love elder people, they have lots of experience on their account and can tell the most amazing stories if you listen to them. I think it is a beautiful job the one you do. I hope you keep being the great person you are and helping elder people to keeep the last years of their lifes bright.

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    1. Yes, I'm fascinated over the many exiting decades they have lived through :D

      Thank you so much <3

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  6. It is always hard to let someone go. My mum works in a retirement home, too. She cares for the rooms (not cleaning, but makes the beds, dedusts the shelves, waters the plant and so on) and always talks to the people a lot. She is always very sad when somebody she knew better passes away.
    But maybe you know the saying: You aren't dead as long as you aren't forgotten.
    So keep her in your heart, hopefully she's at a better place now.
    ~ette

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    1. Oh she must be so sad to go back to a room where someone she cared for lived before :( I'm a little relievied that I don't get to see such personal stuffs like their rooms.

      That is true <3

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  7. I feel sorry for you. It's horrible when you like or love someone and they just die. I haven't gotten the oppurtinity to talk with older people because my grandparents died before I got fashinated by the past but one of my dream is to befriend someone that is old.

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    1. Same here, but I have my husbands grandparents who I have asked many many question about their life :'D

      Maybe you can volunteer at a retirementhome sometime in the the future and keep them company :D

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