This is from Brenda:
Well, I keep looking at this web site, thanking God for the many of you who made this journey a holy trip for us and for Mother. You cheered her on and refreshed her as she neared the finish line, and you did the same for us. Thank you for the cards and the notes, the attendance at Mom's calling hours, and, and the celebration with us at her memorial service. We have heard from so many that God used even those moments to bless your lives. YOU blessed our lives as you shared them.
Just a little while longer, and this web site will be closed and pass into history. I find myself reluctant to see it end. It's another reminder that the season of life when Mom was physically present with us is over. Actually, just typing that brought the tears right to the surface and onto my cheeks again.
Sitting here drying, I heard the familiar click of the computer, announcing mail had arrived. It was a wonderful note from Megan, one of you precious folks who has helped us so much. It's a great way to end this season. Thank you and God bless you.
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, and that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know who I am, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
"Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain "
