This being Seniors Week, I should try to behave more like a 71‑year‑old senior, I’m thinking. Forever a child at heart, I matured some this year from my preteens — thirteen to twenty‑four — and so much more. I’m still having fun with life. Good or bad, happy or sad, life will always be a blessing in the moment. ❤ Shout out to Mom, Dad, and Sister Kate!
Health Care: My 94‑year‑old father, as my retired nurse sister texted this morning, spent from 3 p.m. yesterday until midnight in the hospital’s offload area. He wasn’t considered a priority, and only staff — not family — were permitted to be with him.
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