Recognition
When my husband had a
stroke,
our host home client
stayed in respite care.
Three weeks later, I
picked him up
and we drove the 75 miles
to visit
Hubby in the rehab
center.
Hubby was in bed when we
walked in.
I thought our guy would
be happy,
but he didn’t seem to
recognize him.
Hubby got out of bed and
wheeled
to the table in the
dining room.
We talked about his
therapies.
After a few minutes, the
light went on
in the childlike man’s
eyes.
He lunged toward his
caregiver.
Recognition.
1 comment:
Beautiful. And stirring.
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