The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair
fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an
eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. "Mrs. Jones, you
haven't seen the room .... just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I
like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is
arranged...it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love
"It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have
a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I
have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of
bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the
new day and all the happy memories I've stored away ... just for
this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account ... you withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories . Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.
I am still depositing.