Last day of my residency in care home

The last day of my residency, brought to an abrupt halt following the new GDPR rules. I'm sad, it has been a rich and moving experience. I shall miss the residents, listening to their chatter, watching their idiosyncrasies play out before me and bearing witness to their graceful acquiescence. Yesterday's session was a warm one. I sat amongst the women, who talked amiably to me. One told me of her knitting and how she'd created a knitted image of the Rover's Return. I raffled it for Cancer, she said, it got a hundred pound. I'm lazy today, she said, next time you come I'll be doing something. She paused. A tea cosy, she said. However, the boundaries were blurred, uncertain. How much could I take away with me? How much could I actually document? Homes such as this one are rightly becoming more and more protective of their residents' privacy. I wanted to do good. It was authentic to me, art connecting with life as it is. No frills, in the raw, human. I am grateful for, and humbled by, the experience.