I will never forget the peanut butter and jelly sandwich on my brother’s lunch and dinner tray for “later.” I will never forget the white hand towels mounted on his bed for him to fold. I will never forget his clean clothes and his clean bed waiting for him to rest his weary head and his failing body.

I am Emily. I’m attending the Friday morning breakfast club. One of my favorite activities. Usually, about two dozen or more people come. We have choices of different foods – cooked in the life enrichment kitchen.  The aroma of the food cooking draws everyone in! I look forward all week to this group. I put my clothes out the night before. I wait for someone to help me in the morning and I get up extra early – much earlier than other days! I wait for someone to say “Time to go!” Pancakes, French toast, fresh fruit, eggs, all different choices. But the best thing is sitting around with your friends at the breakfast club after you eat, in the room that smells so good, enjoying the company and your tea or coffee! Come join us at the Jewish Home!

Like everyone always says, we are family. Everyone is doing a great job.

I will never forget the easy access you gave to our friend to visit my brother every day and take him to the sun and beyond with her words of wisdom and memories shared. I will never forget Nicole’s calls keeping me updated at all times and Sherrie’s tears as she prepared to say her last goodbye to her new friend. I will never forget the dignity and respect shown to Tim all day, every day.

Thank you to everyone caring for the patients. Couldn’t ask for a better facility. 

I know how hard all the staff work to provide the highest quality of care for the residents. This is a very difficult time for the residents, staff, and families, and I am keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.

It was at the Jewish Home where my brother’s physical and emotional needs were met. Because his vocal skills were compromised, he communicated through touch. The staff always returned his hug, kisses on the hand, or handshake willingly, and called him by name. I will never forget how this touched me when I first saw these exchanges. 

Words cannot express my heartfelt appreciation for the unwavering care provided for my mother during her residency at The Jewish Home. 

It is impossible to say thank you for all the love and caring compassion you showed to our mother, Dorothy Bouselli.

As a medical professional, I can attest to the excellence of the care and the organization in the seven years my mother was resident.

I love reading the residents’ messages. Keep them coming. You do a great job!