A snippet from an article I wrote recently for Christian Today.
Over the last ten years, I have watched my parents age. They stopped playing golf and darts. They stopped looking after their garden and going on holidays. They ate out more often and stopped cooking proper meals. Their house became less tidy. In due course, they moved to a nursing home. For a while, they were still able to go for drives to the lake and they still enjoyed a game of cards, but eventually they stopped doing these things as well. As they became unable to participate in activities, there was less to talk about. Their world became smaller.
Nursing homes are sad places, yet I noticed that there was one thing that always brought my parents joy. Relationships.
