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| Member Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: out there...
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| What is love?
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that 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, we began to engage in conversation I asked him if he had a 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 then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried 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." 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. Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank. "The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything that comes along their way." |
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| Castaway Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Texas
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Yep Gooch, that's as true as it gets. That kind of love is borne in one's heart and gets sweeter with time. It lasts forever. I had to read it one more time before sunset. Thanks for sharing what is left when everything else is gone. You've got the right stuff.
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| Member Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Kansas City,Mo
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Gooch, What a wonderful story.Love sure is true isnt it! My mom goes from time to time to the cemetery where my Dad is burried and takes a brown bag lunch and eats it there....I guess some would call her nutts,but I see true love,and I have to feel a little better about that! |
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