Blessed are those who understand my faltering step and weakened hand.

Blessed are those who know that my ears today must strain to catch the things they say.

Blessed are those with a friendly smile who just stop by to visit a while.

Blessed are those who never say, "You have already told that story twice today."

Blessed are those who make it known that I am loved, respected and not alone.

Blessed are those who through love and care ease the days of my journey home in so many ways.