Shortly on my return after spending a week away from Brookhouse Home, Judy and I had a brief chat about Brookhouse. Our chat crystallized my realization that Brookhouse is now both home and haven to me. Here at Brookhouse, the staff provides the “home & haven” from which I can enjoy for whatever remaining time I have.
What or where is “home and haven” might one ask? For me, these are places where one finds comfort, humor, laughter, tears, all the emotions humans feel with family and friends.
My life experience has taken me from Mississippi to Chicago, Bath (England) to Honolulu, and Richmond (Virginia) to Salem and Brookhouse Home. “Home and haven” are not necessarily one’s birthplace nor where one’s family has established roots. Thanks to all the staff, Brookhouse has become “home and haven” for me.
My thanks to all the staff here who create the home and haven I enjoy. As one age and approaches the end of one’s life expectancy, it is a blessing to find a haven such as Brookhouse where emotionally and physically one can find, enjoy and experience all in safety and comfort, with laughter and tears, and whatever remains for one to experience.
For me part of the frosting on the cake is the view of Salem Harbor from my windows. It is also playing Bingo, and not having to shop for groceries. Primarily, however, the frosting is flavored by the staff about whose caring and attention I cannot speak highly enough. From food to feeling I relish their help and attention to whatever need/reaction comes/occurs/happens. My thanks to all of you who make my life so pleasant.