Every memory lit up, four months' worth. Of his caregivers whom I came to love -- and loved Rich -- and all the meals I heated up in the kitchen, and the hours every day sitting with Rich in the garden, in the Great Room, in his room, number five, at the end of hall...
How could he not be here?
Because I felt him ripping at my heart, every step.
Like the old days, I open the door and see John having dinner. He jumps up, hugs me, says it must be so, so hard...and Theresa, how much she misses him, misses me...and Kathy, the nurse on duty, who jogs down the hallway for a hug...yes, yes, yes, they say, they will do everything possible to be at Rich's Memorial Service.
That will be in a few days, in the Hospicare Great Room. To say "thank you" to all who cared for him, to fulfill Rich's repeated anguished request how can we thank everyone, to believe that the best cure for love is more of the same.
Candace
2 comments:
Dearest Candace, beautiful memories, and also heart-ripping ones. I can only imagine after my three days there what it's like for you to return after living there for 4 months. I won't be able to be at the Memorial Service in person, but I will be there in thought. I have plans to return to the USA for a visit in mid-March - can you imagine meeting in NYC? Love, Heather
"The best cure for love is more of the same." I find myself "lighting up" every time I remember those words. Thank you, Candace! And Rich!
-Jane
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