I'll never forget Hazel. She lived at Rosewood when my uncle was there, and was still there when my dad, mom and mother-in-law, one at a time, became residents. Hazel would often sleep during the day, but at night she would walk. And walk. And walk. Hazel literally must have walked thousands of miles thorough the years, and a lot of those miles were put on at night. She'd walk up and down the halls, then stop and sigh, "I'm soooo tired." The staff, and even family members like me, would say, "Of course you're tired, Hazel. Why don't you sit and rest?" Hazel would sit for maybe a minute and then say, "But I have to go."
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