My father’s Dutch blood showed up in December while reading an advertisement in the Royal Park hallway. “Find the Christmas Elf, hidden somewhere in Royal Park, and you will receive chocolate” the sign read. I found it comical to see him looking for this little elf as we walked around the atrium. Imagine his excitement when I told him that I saw it. “Really?” he questioned me. I wheeled him in the area where I located it and made sure he discovered it on his own. He proudly showed the activity director who awarded his prize, a box of chocolates. It reminded me of how little games can boost one’s mood and create joy in a place where days can be long and residents miss loved ones. It reminded me that variety is definitely the spice of life.
A Journey Worth Remembering 