Joy

Every Thursday morning I volunteer at a memory care unit at Meadowlark. With four to ten mostly women, we sing, chat, try to remember and giggle a lot. One Thursday, we were particularly rambunctious when one smiling woman broke into the conversation: “With my bad ears, I can hardly hear what you all are saying, but it sure makes me happy to see you laughing.” Although she probably didn’t remember this ten minutes later, l will certainly remember: one brief moment of joy for me and my neighbor!