You know, there's one thing I've realized about work...

Once you get too attached to your residents, it would really hurt when something happens to them... which is inevitable since they're too old, and as they all say, maybe just waiting to die.

Earlier this morning, I was really looking forward to going to work, coz I wanted to see some of the patients I had grown fond of... and Harry holds first place in my affection. Even though he cannot speak, I can understand him fully although all he does is groan and grunt in my direction.

Anyway, usually, every morning when I come to the dining area I'd find him sitting in his usual place, waiting for his breakfast. When I come in, I would say good morning to him and he would wave at me.

Then I'll go get his coffee. And tell him he's spoiled.

That's our routine.

But this morning, I didn't see Harry in his usual place.

And I was worried...

I guess, one thing about nursing homes is that there is always the chance that you won't see one of your residents again...

All kinds of horrible thought passed through my mind. What happened to Harry? Why isn't he sitting in his chair? He never missed one day of being in the dining area every morning before?! What if....? No, I said to myself, I don't want to finish that sentence

Thankfully, before I had gone out of my mind with worry, at eight am, an hour late for Harry, he came walking slowly with his cane.

When I saw him, all my worries disappeared, I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God for seeing him one more day.