This week I came upon a blog entry at Bella Camilla. It was poignant. I want to share it with you as it tells such a beautiful story and one that is not all that uncommon in a nursing home setting.


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 be 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 at the nursing home 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.’


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2 Responses to “I Remember Her”

  1. Mary Corbett Says:

    Thank you for posting – those of us who are truly loved are truly blessed – although she may no longer know him she is still truly loved

  2. Cheryl Says:

    Beautiful post. It reminds me of the movie the Notebook! If we all could find such love!

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