Clara raised her arms to let her nightgown slide down them onto her small frail body. For eight days, not a single person had called her or stopped by to check on her.
The sun had set an hour earlier and tonight she needed to get to sleep early. Tomorrow she will walk the three blocks to the market and pick up a few groceries.
Clara crawled in-between the sheets and let sleep take her into it’s gentle embrace while she dreamt of her husband and her children. She was happy in her dreams and free from her old and broken body.
The morning sun shimmered into her small apartment. She awoke craving her morning coffee and a meal of oatmeal and toast.
A sharp and intense pain hit Clara and she fell and hit her head on the porcelain tub, knocking her uncounscious.
Two days later, Clara drifted away into permanent sleep.
One week later, she was found.
I chose the subject to write about because recently, I have had two elderly members of my family, both living alone, have accidents after each suffered a stroke. One member passed away and the other member is in the hospital in Dallas, Texas. The family member that passed away laid on the floor alone for two days before anyone found him. The second family member laid on his floor for a full day before anyone found him.
I just wanted to say how important it is that we keep our eyes and ears out for the elderly, whether they are our neighbors or members of our own family. It made me realize just how often this very thing occurs.
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