8:30, a man in his 80s arrived at the hospital. He was in a hurry, he had an appt at 9:00. I asked if he had another doctors appt. He said he had to go to the nursing home for breakfast with his wife, a victim of Alzheimers. I asked if shed be upset he was late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, she had not recognized him in 5 yrs. I asked, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’ He smiled and said, ‘She doesnt know me, but I still know her.’
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. When the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. *Click* the photo for the complete story.