Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Loving to the End
She was almost 90 years old, and she didn't remember much of anything very well. She spent hours making “phone calls” on the television remote, talking happily to no one. But she remembered her boyfriend Bill, and missed him whenever he had to be away. He was about the same age as she, and toothless, but they found each other beautiful. He came to visit her at our hospice residence as often as he could, and they sat for hours holding hands and telling us all how lucky they were to have each other. Confused though she often was, some days she would look at me with clear eyes and tell me that she had never been happier.