Forever kind of Love
Posted by: Dakilang Pasaway in Advice, Forwarded Email, Inspirations, Love & RelationshipOne of our favorite patients had been in and out of our small, rural
hospital several times, and all of us on med-surg had grown quite attached
to her and her husband. In spite of terminal cancer and resulting pain,
she never failed to give us a smile or a hug.
Whenever her husband came to visit, she glowed. He was a nice man, very
polite and as friendly as his wife. I had grown quite attached to them and
was always glad to care for her. I admired their expression of love.
Daily, he brought her fresh flowers and a smile, then sat by her bed as
they held hands and talked quietly. When the pain was too much and she
cried or became confused, he hugged her gently in his arms and whispered
until she rested. He spent every available moment at her bedside,
giving her small sips of water and stroking her brow. Every night, before
he left for home, he closed the door so they could spend time alone
together. When he was gone, we’d find her sleeping peacefully with a smile
on her lips.
On this night, however, things were different. As soon as I entered
report, the day nurses informed us she had steadily taken a turn for the
worse and wouldn’t make it through the night. Although I was sad, I knew that
this was for the best. At least my friend wouldn’t be in pain any longer.
I left report and checked on her first. When I entered the room, she
aroused and smiled weakly, but her breathing was labored and I could tell
it wouldn’t be long. Her husband sat beside her, smiling, too, and
said, “My Love is finally going to get her reward.” Tears came to my eyes, so
I asked if they needed anything and left quickly. I offered care and
comfort throughout the evening, and at about midnight she passed away with
her husband still holding her hand. I consoled him and with tears running
down his cheeks he said, “May I please be alone with her for awhile?” I
hugged him and closed the door behind me. I stood outside the room, blotting
my tears and missing my friend and her smile. And I could feel the pain of
her husband in my own heart.
Suddenly rom the room came the most beautiful male voice I have ever heard singing.
It was almost haunting the way it loated through the halls. All of the
other nurses stepped out into the allways to listen as he
sang “Beautiful Brown Eyes” at the top f his lungs. When the tune faded, the
door opened and he called to me. He ooked me in the eyes then hugged me
saying, “I sang that song to her very night from the first day we met.
Normally I close the door and keep my voice down so as not to
disturb the other patients. But I had to make sure she heard me tonight as
she was on her way to heaven. She had to know that she will always be my
forever love. Please apologize to anyone I bothered. I just don’t know
how I will make it without her, but I will continue to sing to her every
night. Do you think she will hear me?” I nodded my head “yes,” unable to stop
my tears. He hugged me again, kissed my cheek, and thanked me for being their
nurse and friend. He thanked the other nurses, then turned and walked down
the hall, his back hunched, whistling the song softly as he went. As I
watched him leave I prayed that I, too, would someday know that kind of
forever love.
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