I always enjoy watching the small children, each with his or her own smile and personality. Yesterday though was my first time in an elderly home. The elderly we met know for the most part that the end is near for some of  them. They also are alone, but with a lifetimes worth of wisdom and personal experiences. I wanted to go around and pray for each one individually, but became too emotional myself after the third person. They have so much to say and spoke as if I could understand them. One lady kissed my hands, as I did hers. She said through the interpreter that she would never forget me and neither will I forget her.