Florence

I remember seeing her sitting there at a table in the recreation room of the nursing home, staring out the window.  As I passed by, she looked my way, so I smiled and waved and she waved back.  Since I was there as a volunteer, visiting anyone that would like a little company, I walked over and introduced myself.

“What is your name” I asked.

She replied “Florence”.

I sat down and commented on how beautiful the trees beyond the window were with the sun filtering through the branches.  That is when I discovered that Florence was trapped within the walls of dementia.  She started to talk and most of what she said was gibberish.  I was only able to pick up a few words that allowed me to make comments.  For the most part, I just sat and smiled, nodding my head from time to time.

We sat for about a half hour during which time Florence talked non stop.  When I got up to leave, she waved and again began looking out the window.

Several weeks and several visits passed and I did not see Florence.  Then, a few weeks ago, as the staff was assembling the residents in the recreation room for an activity, I looked at the faces in the room and there was Florence.  As we caught each others eye, she smiled and yelled “Hi”.  I walked over to her and she held out her arms and we shared a hug.  I say shared because I don’t know if I gave one or got one.  Probably both.

Since that day, I have seen Florence occasionally on my weekly visits.  Each time I am the recipient of a smile and a hug.  I don’t know who she may think I am, but she is always glad to see me.  And if that, for just a little while makes her happy, then I am happy too.  Sometimes it is just easier to communicate with your heart.

In remembrance of  Florence who left us October 2015

Originally published September 2012

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Florence

  1. Sonya Kassam says:

    So touching. Didn’t matter whether she knew who you were or not, the most important thing is she had a reason to smile.

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