Two weeks ago, we completed our third scrapbook. On the last page of the book, Kendra, the volunteer, added a picture of both her and the individual she has spent the last several weeks assisting. She wrote a personal message about how much she enjoyed helping him with his scrapbook and getting to know him. The book is beautiful and seemed to be a great experience for everyone.
That was until last week! Last week, we discovered that the gentleman didn't understand that Kendra would no longer be helping him with his scrapbook ... that the project was complete. He brought his scrapbook to her at the beginning of the evening, just like before. She did spend a a little bit of time helping him to decorate the cover of his book, but he was clearly disappointed. He stayed and socialized with everyone, but was not himself.
So, in my typical "mom" mode, if I don't know what else to do ... I bake. I asked the gentlman what I could bake for him. Cake ... coconut cake. So the coconut cupcakes are in the oven to take along tomorrow. I hated seeing the disappointment on his face. I don't know what to do.
A Visit From a Dog
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