Well, Edy, don't leave us on edge, Tell us more, more, MORE!
Between my mother,2 sisters and countless cousins, for 32 years there was always a family member at the same nursing home/assisted living facility in Penna. I always wanted to write a book about the dozens of people who were ummmmm, well, different there, funny, irritating, special, outrageous -- the whole spectrum. But we felt it wouldn't sell because the elderly or their families don't like to be made fun of, even if you try to explain that you're "sharing" and "not making fun of."
But like you, Edy, I had my favorites. One in particular,Sophie, always made me laugh. She could be adorable one minute and absolutely awful the next! I loved her to pieces! I was walking toward Mother's room one day and heard Sophie yelling at a nurse, "If you don't get me to the bathroom RIGHT THIS MINUTE, I'm going out in the hall and pee all up and down the hall! Then when people fall in it and break a hip,IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT !! " The nurse finally helped her to the bathroom but Sophie was still in a bad mood. Her room was almost across from Mother's, so I walked over and said "Sophie, Mother isn't feeling well today. Could you come over and pray for her? Sophie jumped right up and was in Mother's room before I was. She took Mother's hand, and prayed so piously,"Oh dear Lord, dear precious Lord, we pray for our friend, Alma, this wonderful woman who is suffering so. Help her, I pray, and give her freedom from pain...." and on and on Sophie went while Mother and I kept peeking at each other, pressing our hands against our mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Finally, finally, Sophie finished and so sweetly said, "Oh it's so good to be used of the Lord, to pray for others and to walk in His sweet presence every day." I coughed into my handkerchief to keep from choking to death, while mother pulled her blanket over her head and pretended to be in more pain. Sophie was an absolute darling, talking softly, hugging us and "just being a blessing," as she liked to call it.
So, she went over to her room, and so help me, if she didn't start yelling and screaming at her roommate because the sun was coming in through the blinds and hurting Sophie's eyes. Omigoodness, Mother and I burst out laughing and just let 'er rip. I went back over and got Sophie's roommate, who was cowed by Sophie, so kind and unassuming and loving, and brought her over to pray with Mother just to get her away from Sophie. At noon, we all went to the dining room, where the hostess called on my brother-in-law (who was visiting the nursing home with my sister and me),to ask the blessing before the meal. Just after Andy started praying, Sophie yelled out to no one in particular, "WHO IS THAT MAN? WHY DO THEY HAVE TO CALL ON HIM TO PRAY EVERY SINGLE MEAL? DON'T ANY OTHER MEN HERE KNOW HOW TO PRAY?"
Andy could barely get through his prayer before he sat down and put the big linen napkin across his face so Sophie couldn't see him roaring in laughter.
Tune in. There's more sometime. She never let up.
"I long, O I long to be holy, conformed to His will and His Word.
I long to be gentle and Christ-like; I long to be just like my Lord."