An invitation to spend your golden years playing in our golden sand…
A brief glance at the glossy catalog was all Ed could handle. He carefully placed the package in Margie’s basket with all the rest. Full to overflowing, Ed would have to consider getting a larger container. He couldn’t think of the alternative. To throw it away would be like smothering the last ray of hope in his heart. No, he would hang on to it, hang on to hope, and pray.
When the brochures starting arriving in the mail, Ed was searching for the perfect residence, just not the kind advertised. After a long day of interviews and tours, he would come home to his mailbox to find another catalog. The irony was heart-wrenching.
Full spa services, certified massage therapists…
“Mr. Wilson, we have on staff excellent physical and occupational therapists…”
Resort- style living, swimming pools, hot tubs...
“Each room comes with a private bath equipped with a heated whirlpool tub…”
Five-star restaurant within walking distance…
“Our registered dietitians make it a priority to provide top nutritional meals…”
World-class retirement living…
“Our facility is the best in the region for stroke victims…”
Retirement, dreams of endless days of relaxation, opportunities to learn something new, a chance to reconnect as husband and wife. Now Ed was just praying that Margie would relearn basic skills of living and recognize him as her husband. Years of budgeting, saving and planning, the rewards would now be spent on therapy and doctors and the best care available.
Ever searching for the silver lining, Ed could only feel relieved that Margie did not know that she was missing her season in the sun. After the kids were gone she worked hard to make their dream come true, finding part-time jobs and diligently budgeting and investing their money. Her greatest wish was to wake each morning to the rising sun and the sound of the ocean.
Now Ed was doing all he could to fulfill that wish. Above the doctors and therapists, he was searching for a room with a window that faced the eastern sky. The bedside table should hold a cd player. And Ed would be there every morning to open the blinds, press play, and fill the room with sunshine and the sound of the waves pounding the shore.
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