Yes, I know today is Wednesday and I was supposed to report Monday evening (or at the latest Tuesday(!)) but life happens :-). There was absolutely nothing going on at the hospice this week. There were seven beds occupying the entire 22 bed facility.
As I expected Ms. P. expired sometime last week. Ms. E? The lady that I wrote about last week that was so well loved? We she moved on to a nursing home. I realize now that sometimes hospices (at least this one) are sometimes “holding areas” for people that are well enough to be discharged out of a hospital, but are not able to return to their residence and live an independent life style.
I met a new man there, Mr. F. Although it was hard to understand him I learned that he was born in 1926 he is a PROUD “Grady Baby”. (Back story on “Grady Babies”: Henry Woodfin Grady was a journalist and orator who helped reintegrate the states of the former Confederacy into the Union after the American Civil War. Grady encouraged the industrialization of the South. (Source: Wikipedia) For a long time, Atlanta was segregated and Grady was the only hospital that would accept people of color. For us “Southern transplants” hearing a person is a “Grady Baby” means they are a born and bred Atlantan. To this day, Grady is the “city hospital” caring for all those that no one else wants. Say what you what about Grady, but if I am in an emergency situation, take me to Grady – they have the best emergency room in the city.). ANYHOW, Mr. F. is an Atlanta native, was drafted into the service, lived in Chicago and some other places ( I couldnt understand him) and when he “messed up” (his words) he came home to Atlanta. We watched about 20 mins of “Dancing with the Stars”. He told me he was once a “smooth” dancer. 🙂