Archive for February 22nd, 2009

I tapped, then opened his door, “Hi!”

Toothbrush in hand, he turned toward my voice. Empty, ghostly gray eyes, devoid of all recognition, had replaced his baby blues. “Who are you?” He looked into my eyes very deeply.

“It’s me, Hon, it’s me.”

Dropping his arms, he stepped toward me crying, hugging me. “Is it really you or is this a dream?” (The RN with his meds turned to the window to give us a moment of privacy.)

Long ago we agreed on a secret code to identify each other. I used the code. Through his sobs, he said it must be real and not a dream.

We’re both exhausted. Will write later.