Saturday, May 14, 2011

For HK and all baseball lovers: Take me out ... to that field of dreams

For Harmon and all other baseball lovers on hospice services:
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowds.
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjack.
I don't care if we ever get back
Cuz it's root, root, root for the home team
If they don't win it's a shame
And it's one, Two, THREE strikes, you're Out!
At the old ball game! 
Grace Notes sang this song for a gentleman last week because he was clearly a Twins fan.  Twins blanket on his lap.  Twins cap on his head.  The social worker guiding our singing rounds wasn't sure if he'd want singing visitors, but he was out in the hall investigating the racket we were making around the corner when we found him.  How could we not sing "Take me out to the ballgame?"  He and his other resident buddies were tickled pink by our antics.  The nursing staff seemed to enjoy themselves too.

While hospice services are a sign that the end is near, it doesn't mean that all is drear.  Everyone starts to grieve for the future that won't be coming, but that doesn't mean you can't continue to live life to the fullest and check lines off the bucket list.  Those dreams can happen ... they just need a little modification.  This gentleman wasn't able to get to the field as often as he might have once upon a time.  Using our imagination we were able to bring a bit of it to him.  How might you fulfill some dreams for someone? 

See you on that field of dreams ...

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