This post is dedicated to my two good friends who taught me how to play again. They know who they are. We all have friends; but it is those one or two people who truly teach us something that we will remember and love for the rest of our lives. The ones who "know the song in our heart and when we forget it, they sing it back to us." I have two friends like that. I don't get to see them much any more but despite the distance and time, I know all I would have to do is call and they would come. They are still written into the program of my funeral so they are obligated, at least for that. These two women taught me many years ago to remember how to play and that life was to short not to play.
This week at work we had a family night. (It seems like work is all I have to talk about but I now have another iron in the fire so hopefully this will soon change :) ) Yes, I am trying to bring a little bit of family home evening into my place of business. I structure it like a FHE and no one knows and it is ALWAYS a success. Kat, the sweet young admin assist who is the age of Christa, agreed to dress up as a fairy. She has never dressed up and played and danced around. She looked gorgeous and had so much fun. She danced around with me and made the residents and family members laugh. I was so proud of her and she was so proud of herself. She is remembering how good it feels to just play. I dressed up as a pink flamingo wearing a tutu... not a pretty site but good enough to get a laugh from the dementia residents.
Thank you my two good friends!!! One for having me try to find every pink flamingo thing ever made, hence my great hat and two for teaching me to laugh like there is no tomorrow and to play. Thank you both for singing my song back to me when I have forgotten it. I love you !!!