Love on Fridays

Friday, Room 37A… I’m sat at an old man’s bedside, not doing anything, just sitting—being present. Shortly, he reached out waveringly, seeking my hand. We held hands for some time before I asked him what he felt, and he replied, “Love”. He was 86 years old and so appreciative of my company on that otherwise indifferent Friday morning. Later, I learned from the busy nurses how with his dementia history, they had been unable to get sense from him. They commented how they were surprised at his lucidity with me. I felt that he just needed someone who could slow down long enough to notice him, would slow down and sit with him, someone who slowed down to connect, really connect with him on his level. A simple memorable rewarding moment for us both.

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