My mother always enjoyed picnics. While living in Indiana, we would often meet in Michigan City for a family picnic near Lake Michigan. When we were younger, we often attended summer concerts where we listened to music and ate a picnic supper on the grassy field.
Last Friday, Waterford held a picnic. Even though my mother could not attend, Corey and I joined my father and the residents for a wonderful meal by the lake. Each resident received a box lunch and even a piece of cake to celebrate a resident’s 93rd birthday. The weather was perfect and it seemed to cheer my father, even though he wanted my mother to join us.
The conversation with other residents, although short, reminded me of how simple things like a picnic, can bring joy to those who live in a sad world as they watch a spouse decline in memory or physical skills. Maybe our world needs more picnics!
A Journey Worth Remembering 