Hi Mr. Moby, I was just thinking about the residents of rest homes and know that some of them face this time and time again. How heartbreaking it must be for them. Maybe , if you could share this, families and friends of these fine folks might open their eyes to what some of them may be doing to them. Just a thought. As I finished my breakfast this morning, I could see them coming up the walkway. With anticipation, I readied myself for my glorious visit with my family. It has been awhile since I have seen them and I am so excited. The grandchildren were dressed up in their best clothes and they were bringing presents under their arms, where they were trying to hide them so that I would be surprised when the came in. I am sitting here acting like I did not see them coming, for I knew they were excited to see me and I could hear the knock on the floor… But wait, I heard the voices, but they seemed so far away. The joy in their voices as the said “Grandma” we brought you something”. Oh, I guess I was wrong. Sometimes my eyes aren’t like they used to be. The visit was for my neighbor next door. Sometimes, I just get lonely sitting here, and I sish it were someone coming to see me. Months have gone by since I moved here and I wonder what I may have done to my friends and family for them not to ever come. I notice some of my other neighbors around me seem to have the same thing happen to them, because, I have heard them talk as we sometimes sit in the foyer of our home. I guess the big REST HOME sign is what the sign means, we say. Our families want us to get rest and quiet We would much rather hear a knock on our door don’t they know??!!! My mom passed 1 year this Sunday, and I wish I could see her just on more time. Dianne.