Names on apartment doors keep changing.
Apartment #32:
HER name was Olive. Olive in assisted living.
But I thought of her as Woodstock.
Woodstock because she popped up here and there without saying a word,
just like the little bird in the comic strip, Peanuts.
Most every day, Cindy, a resident with short term memory loss, found Olive waiting for her, perched in a flower print chair just outside the lunch room. The bob of her head was a welcome greeting. They sat together and chatted, the two.
Then, one day, Olive wasn't there. She had flown away.
Cindy remembered, and missed her.
Elderly play and care at hollyhockjunction