I wish my father could've been in a room with sunshine in the last room he lived in at the Hebrew Home. The bedrooms with sunshine were very limited. He'd have sat there all day, happily. I've never seen anyone so happy in the sun.
Even the staff and aides knew how much he loved the sun, but it made little difference. They didn't put him in the sun even when they could have in some of the public space where they "put" people during the day.
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