I worked with geriatric patients, among other age groups, and it is always hard to let go. In my case, years ago, some of those folks "adopted" me and I wouldn't have traded that experience for the world. I tried to brighten the day, and we had our fun moments as well. I was particularly fond of one fellow, and visited him long after I left the facility as a "worker.I wish I'd chosen another line of work like animal care. Working in a geriatric center scars one for life. It's a traumatic experience not being able to be by your dying pts side because you are unable to neglect the others. I had a patient wailing and crying my name for me to be there beside her, but the nurse said go do your round. By the time her daughter got to mean hour or so later, the patient was gone. Her last words...my name. It's difficult living with that memory. I'll dig ditches or clean critter poo before I'll go back. Restless here. Again.
We kept in touch for 20 years until he passed away. I still think of him, and some of the shenanigans that he pulled, including getting his sister to take him to my house for a cookout. He had me mix a coffee sombrero for him. I shut him off after two drinks, when he got so silly that he kept slipping out of his wheel chair.