My mother was 98 yesterday. While I was in New York a couple of weeks ago, I organized a card sending action from her church where she was a member for 50 years. Bill reported yesterday that she not only got over 20 cards from church members, but 5 ladies drove out to Long Island and visited her, bringing flowers and gifts. Last night my son in Florida called her, two cousins and her sister in South Carolina called her, and she got other phonecalls as well.
She was in exceptionally lucid condition, and had a wonderful day. Bill and Anna brought a cake with candles, and everyone on her floor got some.
Compared to last year when she was still groggy from surgery and in pain with her hip break, this was a wonderful birthday. My sister and BIL are going to visit her for a couple of days after Thanksgiving, which they will spend in Pennsylvania at their daughter's house.
I think a key to happiness in a nursing home is knowing you have not been forgotten. Mail, phonecalls, and visits make thier day.
How right you are, Martha! I used to volunteer in a nursing home. All I did was go from room to room talking to people, listening to those who would/could speak, giving a little treat to those who could eat sweets, reading to those who could no longer read and sometimes just holding someone's hand. That's where I found that a single touch, just for a moment even, can mean more than a thousand words.
I'm so glad your mom's birthday was so much more pleasant than last year's. Maybe those people you touched at your mom's church will visit/call her and brighten even more days for her. I truely believe that people like your mom and my dad need human contact and that when it's given, the warm feelings that come with it last much longer than the memories.