This morning one of the residents who lives at the Harbor with Cheryl called for help with a deep longing in her voice. From deep inside her soul she longs for help. She does not know what that help is nor what she needs. She is mostly deaf so the aides trying to help and distract her are using their football stadium voices to communicate with her.

Another resident responds by asking about what help she needs. Her request is repeated by others. There is a deep longing for help. Cheryl is dozing off and on. Her request for help has become part of her dreaming.

They were getting organized for luncheon. The atmosphere left me with an overwhelming sense of disconnect and sadness.

Carpe Diem