This evening RJ and I went to Monroe Community Hospital to sing Christmas Carols to the patients. I was so thankful that I have my health. There were so many patients that had such severe disabilities that some may never leave the hospital. I learned that it was not unusual for some of these patients to be there for several years as they struggle to rehabilitate. Some never will. And for those, this is home.

      One time a woman reached out and took my hand while I was singing. She thanked me and squeezed my hand. I wished her a Merry Christmas and squeezed her hand back. She smiled. I cried. There was not much I could do for her but be there to initiate a little holiday spirit. Everyone these, patients, staff, doctors, all enjoy our visit. But I felt like I had done so little while I was there.

      What if it were me? Some of these people were almost abandoned by their families or in some cases, there were no family members. I wonder if there is something else I could do? I need to think more about this. 

      Christmas is coming up so quickly and I feel less and less festive. I started to decorate the trees at the Inn. I hung the wreaths and took out a few decorations. I think tomorrow I’ll see if I can finish up.

      I feel so tired this evening. I was up early with my business guests – 5 AM comes pretty quick around here. And tomorrow Cooper has his surgery. I have 2 meeting to attend that should take me into evening. Another long day. That only gives me the morning to work. I’m turning in. Talk to you tomorrow.