Yesterday was my husband's birthday. Before his stroke, he worked as the cook at a rest home (after too many years of working in every imaginable type of restaurant). At the time, there were 17 residents, mostly elderly, but all mentally challenged. Mealtime was the one enjoyment they all shared together. They loved his cooking, and they miss him. The activities director at the home*(just a note..I worked there too, part time as the activities director. The woman who stopped in yesterday took my place when I left there) stopped in with a book, a hand made birthday card from the house "artist", signed by each of the residents, along with words of encouragement, and this rhodie from the garden. It brought a huge smile to his face, and made his day. We both miss them, and the work we did there very much.