I also have to throw a "Thank You" out to my surrogate Da at the facility.
There's a man there (again, about the same age as my parents) whom I know I can talk about ANYTHING with. i walked past his room once and he was explaining camel toe to his roomie.
This man rocks my world. His family brings in GREAT food for me to try, and he has life stories that amaze me. If I could find a mechanical lift, I would drag this man out camping with me. Point of fact, my job for this week is to search online for a rent-able lift for him.
He's the greatest. I love this guy like my own family. I don't know how to explain it... He's 100% open and accepting. I feel like I could say anything to him, and he'd never judge me. I feel like if I ever confided in him that someone was hurting me, he would punch that person to unconsciousness.
Is it strange for me to feel protected by people living in a "nursing home?" Am I wrong to be so attached? I love everyone that I work with so deeply. I can feel it in my gut. I love them more than I think I've loved anyone except my own parents and my dogs. It's strange... loving people. I think I'm becoming human.