I hope someday someone cares to listen to my stories...

In the end that's all you really have. And if you don't share it's like it never happened.

I've learned from being around elders, they really want to share and be heard. They lose control of their bodies, their homes, possessions and abilities, all they have are these memories.

I love to listen and I really have heard some cool stories and met some amazing people from all over the world just in this one little assisted living community.

It's so interesting and mind expanding for me. They love that someone will listen. And in a way, they can live on in my memories now too.

Maybe it's a clinging to life. A need to feel important and not knowing how to cope with not existing. But it's definitely human. And it's meaningful, for whatever it's worth.

I know I've got a pretty cool story. Maybe someone will care when I'm an elder.