I went home this week. While I was
there I was treated to home cooked
meals. All I had to do was help set
the table and help clear the table.
Time moves very slowly there.
One special treat for me was a
visit my brother and I made to
our aunt and uncle. She is the one
who inspired me to be a nurse.
I loved her soft, caring voice and
gentle manner. He worked at the
sawmill with my grandfather and
my mother. He calls me Bevie.
He used to eat lunch with us
every day. He is almost 94 years
old (we have good genes). He
showed me how he exercises
in his chair and lifts weights
every day. He tells me he still
feels like forty or fifty years