What brought the Hand of THiNG to your port?

You sent me an invitation to read your story so here I am. From what you wrote to me, I gather this was inspired by some real happenings. I am sorry for what your Dad and you must have gone through to inspire this.

What Does THiNG think about while perusing your item?

I have been down the road of having to have a parent be in one of these places. You never forget the goings on, once this happens. My own Dad died suddenly, like someone turned off a switch and he died at home at a relatively young age. I thought that was a horrible tragedy for a long time (and it was, although a different sort of thing) until I experienced having my mom at two of these they really don't "care" places over the course of a month and a half.

I don't blame them for not caring because how could you work at such a place and get invested in the residents? That is a special sort of hell I would think. I admire those who manage to be pleasant and kind, despite what they face every day.

You never realize how weird it can be until you are within the confines of such a place where death is an almost daily occurrence.

I went there every day or my brother did.

One thing I remembered was the televisions being so loud in the afternoon when all the sick people were watching THe Price is Right and then at night for Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. It always gives me a chill when I see those shows on TV now, like it takes me back there.

What does THiNG applaud about while reading your item?

You have really captured the essence of impending doom that swirls around these places. Weird things happened to us like a choir came in and was singing one afternoon in someone's room. And dogs and cats visited, that was pretty weird, too.

My very strong Aunt is the only person I know who went into these places several times and came home from them. She had a very supportive group of kids. One of those kids died right after she died, partly from the strain of worrying about his Mom so much, I think.

Life is a hard journey when it's a long thing. It is hard and sad for anyone who cares and for the person living it. It feels like a horror show anyway, dealing with doctors and modern medicine. I think that Doctors are evil arrogant monsters who hate people, for the most part.

This gave me chills all the way through and brought back disturbing sights and sounds. I think you have captured the experience masterfully well. Hopefully Rose found some way to forgive in the afterlife as it sounds like her husband really did suffer just as much or worse than she did.

Great writing, as always!



THiNG a.k.a. HOOVES, a.k.a. COWser Soze, a.k.a. 4ps

SometHiNg

I am not an expert on poetry or prose. I am merely a reader who loves to read. I am not a proofreader and would rather do most anything else rather than proof read. That is what proofreaders get paid to do. No one here that I ever met was really an expert, although some like to pretend they are. I have seen some bad advice given over time so I don't really take criticism seriously that I get. It's your story and it's my story and either the masses get it or they don't. The heck with them if they don't get it these days, though. I share my thoughts and experiences when I read and try not to blabber on too much. I enjoyed visiting with you!

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