BigJackJones
Straight
@Mushmanchuman @detroitdad
My grandpa served in the United States Navy during World War I. He lost his hearing and had to come home to take care of his mother. By the time I was old enough to get to know him, he was mostly blind and had no teeth. The only hair he could grow was out of his ears and his nose. He scared me as a little boy. I found my grandma dead on the couch when I was 6. At the time, he was in a nursing home in another state. My mother is a ferocious little woman who brought him to Oklahoma and got the very best nursing home the VA would pay for. It was awful, but I went up to see him every single day for eleven and a half years. My mother would scratch and claw every day for the most basic of care. I was afraid to walk the halls during the early years because people would be screaming out for help or cursing the staff.
One time, my sister's boyfriend walked up to the piano in the general dining area and started playing the piano. All of the "inmates" stopped what they were doing to listen and request songs. I saw an entire change in every one of their faces. I could almost feel a change in the entire room.
All of this to say, thank you for taking a game to these folks. They may not be living in a disgrace of place like my grandpa had to endure years ago, but there is a good chance they would rather be in the comfort of their own home, or missing family. I'm sure poker night is at least one of their highlights every week.
One of my favorite threads.
My grandpa served in the United States Navy during World War I. He lost his hearing and had to come home to take care of his mother. By the time I was old enough to get to know him, he was mostly blind and had no teeth. The only hair he could grow was out of his ears and his nose. He scared me as a little boy. I found my grandma dead on the couch when I was 6. At the time, he was in a nursing home in another state. My mother is a ferocious little woman who brought him to Oklahoma and got the very best nursing home the VA would pay for. It was awful, but I went up to see him every single day for eleven and a half years. My mother would scratch and claw every day for the most basic of care. I was afraid to walk the halls during the early years because people would be screaming out for help or cursing the staff.
One time, my sister's boyfriend walked up to the piano in the general dining area and started playing the piano. All of the "inmates" stopped what they were doing to listen and request songs. I saw an entire change in every one of their faces. I could almost feel a change in the entire room.
All of this to say, thank you for taking a game to these folks. They may not be living in a disgrace of place like my grandpa had to endure years ago, but there is a good chance they would rather be in the comfort of their own home, or missing family. I'm sure poker night is at least one of their highlights every week.
One of my favorite threads.
