Touch Of Hope, Services for The Elderly

09/05/2025

09/04/2025

REGARDING CNA: If you have never zipped up body bags on a shift, you shouldn’t be deciding how much CNAs make.

If you have never watched a person suffocate to death from their own blood or sputum, you shouldn’t be deciding how much CNAs make.

If you have never been punched and kicked for trying to assess your patient, you shouldn’t be deciding how much CNAs make.

If you have never had someone beg you to not let them die, or to let them die, you shouldn’t be deciding how much CNAs make.

If you've never had to look into a loved ones eyes or hold them while they crumble when you tell them of the death of their child, mother, father, sister, aunt, gran, papa... you shouldn't be deciding how much CNAs make.

If you have never told your family your shift was “fine” to spare them from what you saw that day, you shouldn’t be deciding how much CNAs make.

If you’ve never felt ribs breaking from doing CPR on someone’s family member, you shouldn’t be deciding how much CNAs make.

For years CNAs have been underpaid and undervalued and no one seemed to care.

Now that healthcare is on the brink of a collapse, everyone is concerned.

CNAs are leaving the profession at rapid rates.

Perhaps it’s from the years of getting 1% raises and barely being able to pay bills. Maybe it’s because CNAs are asked to do more and more with less. Maybe it’s from the terrible staffing ratios. The reasons are honestly endless.

Let’s start caring about CNA retention, CNA training, fair wages, safe staffing, etc.

Let’s not get to the point where you need a CNA and there isn’t one to spare.

Copied because I am a CNA 💙

08/30/2025

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I wish more people understood that grief isn’t just being sad and crying.
Grief is being angry, being numb, being broken, and being everything in-between
Grief is so different for everyone and you just have to go thru the motions and roll with the punches.
When you’re grieving the loss of someone you grieve for what was and what will never be, grief also takes a big toll on your mental and physical health.
Grief is LOVE with nowhere to go.
Grief is trying to remind yourself that “this too shall pass”
Grief is forcing yourself out of bed to shower and eat.
Greif is isolating yourself
Grief is surrounding yourself with people and things to distract your brain from reality
Grief is ugly and rough, so if you cannot understand why people grieve so hard for so long and so deep consider yourself lucky to not understand.

08/29/2025

💔🙏🏾 Life has a way of humbling us all.

Bruce Willis. A legend. A father. A husband. A man who gave us stories that will live forever, and now can no longer remember the story of his own life. His family made the heartbreaking decision to move him into 24/7 care… not because they wanted to, but because love sometimes means doing what breaks you the most. They said Bruce would have wanted this for the sake of his daughters. That’s the kind of sacrifice only love can understand.

Think about that for a second. One of the most recognizable faces in the world… now doesn’t know he was once a hero to millions. That’s how fragile life really is.

It’s a reminder for all of us, the awards, the fame, the spotlight, it fades. What remains is love. Family. Legacy. And the way we made people feel while we had the chance.

My heart and prayers go out to Bruce, his wife Emma, his children, and every person who grew up inspired by him. 🕊️ May we never take for granted the moments we have with the people we love.

Hold your loved ones close. Tomorrow is never promised.

08/27/2025

Five days of grief tips
Day four

Have you ever noticed how the air shifts when you say the name of someone who has died? The room grows quiet, eyes glance away, and suddenly your love for that person feels like a burden others don’t want to carry.

It’s strange, isn’t it? That grief, this tender ache of love that never left, can make everyone else so uncomfortable. And so, we learn to stay silent. We tuck away their names, their stories, the memories that shaped us, because it seems easier for everyone else.

For a long time, I did the same. I held back. I swallowed the words that longed to be spoken. But over time, I’ve learned something important: when I share the stories of my brother, my sister, my parents, my friends… when I speak their names, my grief softens. Their love lives on in every memory I dare to voice. Not everyone can hold that with me, and that’s okay. But some people can, and with them, I find breath again… and peace in my grief.

Be that person for someone. Be the safe place where a grieving heart can speak freely. Because saying their name doesn’t deepen the pain, it keeps love alive.

xo
Gabby
www.thehospiceheart.net

I wrote a book of grief poetry…
You can find it here:
https://www.amazon.com/Never-Gets-Easier-Say-Goodbye/dp/B0DY4VJLFM