“I promise Dad.”

“Promise me something.”

It was a random phone call in the middle of the night. I am not a fan of random phone calls, but this one was different.

“What?”

“Promise me that you will never put me in a nursing home! Promise me, right here, right now. Promise me Christine!”

“I promise Dad.”

I made a promise to my father a few years ago. We don’t agree on everything, but we agree on nursing homes – they kill people.

Nursing homes take the glue out of what holds families together, isolating and suffocating until the glue dries up crusty and suffers a cold, lonely death. Yeah, I hate nursing homes.

My step-mom spent the last years of her life stuck in a nursing home. I hated every aspect of it. I hated what it represented, what it meant, and what it brought.

My grandmother was placed in a nursing home. She was a strong-willed woman. About a year later, that nursing home broke her spirit and will to live.

I hate nursing homes.

I didn’t always hate nursing homes. I worked at one when I was young. It wasn’t my niche.

As life progressed and nursing homes took on another angle within my life, I began to reflect on the concept of them.

I always wondered why our society embraced this notion. I suppose people sometimes do what they have to, but then again, do they?

Some lessons and values in life are quite painful.

I know this one was for me personally, but I won’t let that lesson go to the wayside.

“I promise Dad.”

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  1. […] remembered the night Dad woke me in the middle of the night. He never even said hello. He said, “Promise me something”. He asked me to promise him to never put him in a nursing home. He told me to take him into the […]

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