I haven't written since Tuesday? Wow. That's all I can say. Wow.
It's been an interesting week, actually, full of small emotional moments. The one I'm thinking about right now happened Thursday morning when I taught my Relief Society lesson at the rest home. One of the residents--an elderly woman with Down's (someone at the care center told me she is the oldest person in the state with Down's)--always gets to say the closing prayer. It's something she likes to do, something she looks forward to.
Anyway. She didn't get to say it this time. Someone else wanted a turn for a change. And when Barbara realized she wasn't going to say the prayer, she started to weep like a little child. Not a spoiled one--just one whose heart has been well and truly broken. Barbara cried through the entire prayer.
After the prayer was over, a few of the residents complained and told Barbara she was a baby. And, of course, I wanted to say, "Come on, you guys. Give her a break." But then I remembered that the care facility is the whole world of the residents and that the same dynamics we all experience in, say, an office setting or with extended family are at play there, too.
Which reminded me, of course, that no matter where we as human beings are--there we are.