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
old.
