He knows where his home is, we just accepted that. We're just sojourners, this is not our home.

I used to work in home health, and (patients) usually wait until the family is gone, and then they go. I don't know what it is, I guess people don't want their loved ones there. Strange thing.

He liked the people, the mothers and dads, he liked the children. Every holiday they would bring him cards and candy. They loved him.

This was a raccoon that attacked a dog at night, ... The raccoon was killed by the home owner.

My parents have long been gone, but it brings back very fond memories of coming home after school, and eating meatloaf, mashed potatoes and creamed corn.

By morning we saw the water rising. That was when we saw the nursing home across the street was still occupied.