You sent a tearful story about a man who visits his wife everyday. She was suffering from Alzeimers. He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
Today I realized that the story is true and repeated all the time.
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At coffee this morning with the old guys at mcd's I listened to an 85yr old WW2 vet tell me how expensive the medicine was.
Not for him but his wife until he got the dr to give generics.
I asked him how his wife was doing.
She had alzeimers, parkinsons, diabetes and the worse he said was blindness.
SHE'S DEAD... I gasped, oh Jim I was in fla. When did she die? I'm so sorry.
He said Feb....and then he stopped talking and tears flowed. I was quiet and gave him a hand on the shoulder with no words.
He regained himself and reminded me that he would spend so much time with her. Dressing, washing and taking care of her in the bathroom.
That morning he carried her to the bathroom and sat her down and left.
He heard a cup fall and ran back into the room.
She said she was having problems breathing.
He picked her up and carried her to her bed but realized that she died while in his arms.
He continued to tear and the facial muscles twisted while he said I miss her.
I wanted to say: its best that she died, but knew for him it wasn't that way.
I usually leave McD's for Panera at 9am on Sat but today found a reason to stay until 9:45.
Wouldn't you!
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