Remember Me

I remembered a ditty that a "resident" used to sing. He would sing it when he was angry or frustrated and would say at the end "He barked like the old dog". He would also just sing that same ditty and smile and say, "She loves him". I can still see his great big ol' grin and his happy eyes. This person has since passed away and I often wonder who remembers him. Sometimes, the staff are the last people to have meaningful contact with the people we work for at the group home. What is the quality of that contact, after all we are paid to take care of our gang and it doesn't mean that we have to care about them? How do we pass on the memories, is it our job to do so and even if we do what meaning does it have? I guess telling stories both good and bad serves as reminders of that individual and how they impacted our lives. Maybe if we made a big enough footprint on this earth people would look and remember.