Just look at their faces… That, my friends, is love. True love. This beautiful pic and story are originally from a wonderful blog… Bella Camila. (Thank you, Camila) Please check it out! And another big thank you to “Tyler Knott Gregson” for his touching words, as well. A guy named Tyler is just gonna write things like that. I know this from experience… trust me. Yes – for me, love began in 2nd grade. He was my first boyfriend. Tyler Ledford. Looked kinda like that cute little guy in the pic above, actually. No, Dad. That’s not me. We didn’t kiss. He did, however, try to put his arm around me when we were watching a movie in class. No worries, tho. The teacher put an end to that – Ha!
wink, wink to you, Tyler. Wherever you are. I hope you are as happy (in love) as I am…
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. The nurse 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, 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 me, but I still know who she is.’
