We used to have a hospital in my home town. Not so, any more. Bit by bit, it has shut down and the various clinics have been moved to the neighbouring town, which is much bigger. I think radiology is still there, but that must be just a matter of time. Instead, they have merged the three, out-patient-clinics [I used to work in one of them], and moved them in to a part of the old hospital. That didn’t take up much space, so there’s plenty of vacant space.
The main lobby is still there, but there’s no sign of life … this used to be such a fine, little hospital … full of life and activity, we even had heart transplants performed there.
When I was home, last Fall, I went there, because my friend is working in the clinic that has moved in. I went in through the old, what used to be ‘main’ entrance because there was one thing I wanted to check out. For as long as I can remember … in the entrance hall, there’s been a painting on the wall that I was so in love with and I wanted to see if they’d removed that too. But no, what do you know … something was still the same! It was there, in the same place! I took a photo of it, so I’ll be able to enjoy it, albeit on a smaller scale.