my favorite resident

i thought we could all use some cheering up (i know i can) so decided to talk about my favorite resident. i ssuppose saying "my favorite" sounds a bit politically incorrect, but whatever. my favorite resident, who ive posted about before, just died and i still feel sad-- i feel an actual ache. she was so kind and caring. she used to hold my face in her hands really close to her face and she would coo and me and talk to me like i was a precious little baby (which, to her, i probably was). although we thought she had a speech impediment, and i never could understand very much she said-- just a word here and there-- i brought my daughter, who is seven, in to meet her and guess what! my daughter could have a complete conversation with her with no misunderstandings or problems!! isnt that cool! my other favorite resident-- and i think we could all agree that most of our residents are, in one way or another, all favorites-- but my other favorite resident was the opposite. she was a total spitfire-- "good morning," you would say and she would say, "oh, go to hell!" she held nothing back. however she felt, it was right there and obvious. this resident died also-- when i would say, "i love you," and she started saying it back, i started to worry. about a week later, she was gone. one time she called me a "pissin' pissant," which i thought was a pretty creative insult. it was always funny to watch new hires who had probably never even visited a care center before encounter her for the first time-- definitely not what they were expecting. :hatparty: