Today I received a letter from Susan, the resident I take care of with ALS. I didn't even know she thought twice about what I shared with her about the death of my friend Holly, which I blogged about last time.
Here is what she wrote:
"And I'm extremely sorry to you and Joe having lost Lady Holly, but try to remember the past 17 years you enjoyed having her, because all I had for the past 17 years was Lou Gehrig's disease and that has been helpful in some ways. It taught me how to be more patient, otherwise it was hell watching my beautiful body disintegrate around my marvelous brain. Death is inevitable. But I love my Marilyn."
What an unexpected treasure. I went into her room and told her I would place this letter in my scrapbook to cherish forever.