Jennings Terrace is a Non-Profit Assisted Living and Memory Support Community.

I know some days can be difficult and stretch you beyond your limits. But, none of us ever recognized those times. The extra glass of juice or second breakfast tray for Dad; the seemingly insignificant straightening of the bed; dusting where nobody notices smiling and talking to my dad when he didn’t have a clue whether you were the Pope or Santa Claus; taking my mom’s pain seriously and always sensing when she needed pain medication sometimes before she told you; taking Dad for a walk outside and pointing out silly Halloween decorations even though he probably thought they were guitars hanging from the sky; not forcing or telling Mom she had to eat even when she didn’t want to; providing both and every patient there with security so Mom never worried about Dad and we never worried about either of them; for always allowing the many Hixes and our many other Hix related people to visit whenever we wanted to and needed to, putting up with our boisterousness our laughing and crying; for continuing to work with Dad in order to keep him in the best possible shape even though we and you knew it was hopeless; for making sure others who answered to you made sure everything was as it should be; for making sure that each person involved conscientiously did their job; for keeping the grounds and buildings beautiful and clean so that Mom always felt peaceful that Dad wasn’t left alone sitting naked and dirty in a dump; for talking to Mom and Dad about your personal lives so they felt like part of the family by getting to know you…believe me, Mom was always interested in others; having programs that even though they did not actually participate in, could feel like life was going on; taking care that their clothing and bedding was always clean and neat; never losing Dad’s socks or their special blanket; making sure necessary supplies(diapers, etc.) were always available; performing all your many tasks whether giving medication or fixing, an over-flowing toilet with care, expertise, and conscientiousness. Also, many of you gave some of use extra support. Ruthie, you know how my mom felt about you, and you were always her GIANT ray of sunshine which made us also happy to see you. Bernadine, I never really spoke too much to the nurses because I knew I’d end up crying, but I’m glad I had the opportunity to talk to you and watch you with my mom. Susie, PM Nurse, I know there are forty Sue’s working in that place, but you know who you are you caught me crying by my dad’s bed and you took all the time in the world to comfort me even when my husband, Rick, couldn’t. I will never forget this act of kindness. There were many more acts of kindness by so many of you that all of us gretly appreciated. That leaves me with one last question. Does some big, ugly gorilla with a warty tree stump force all of you to smile and say hello when anyone enters the facility and goodbye, have a nice day when the visitor leaves?
So, thank you to each and every one of you for being God’s wonderful blessings to and for my parents, John and Eileen Hix, and to those of us who watched and waited. God also watched you and Rick and I pray that He blesses you abundantly.