posted on Feb, 6 2014 @ 06:08 AM
A beautiful written story, explained in a very simple way...... thank you.
It reminded me of my first full time job leaving catering college, working at a old peoples rest home as a chef.
I met a old chap, William- Bill- he was staying at the home on the second floor while his wife was on the first floor for a 4 week break. It was
something he did once a year to give himself a break from caring for his wife, who had Parkinson's and was a handful for a 84 yr old on his own.
He refused help form the local authorities because he loved his wife so much and he didn't want a stranger looking after her. He did not want his wife
to know he was in the home at the same time because she would play up and demand to see him, but he wanted to be close to her just in case.
I use to sit in with Bill every now and again and chat with him, he would tell me about his life in the army during the 2nd WW, and how he met his
wife. I would smuggle a small bottle of his favorite Whisky in now and again and we would play cards while he chatted away.
Sadly Bill died while staying one Christmas, and his wife knew nothing of it while she was staying in a room on the first floor. I left the home
shortly after this, i found it hard to come into work and talk to the residents, i didn't want to get to know them because they would probably
die..... selfish i know but i really liked Bill and i missed him, i was only 22 at the time.
Thanks for the story
edit on 6-2-2014 by panicman66 because: (no reason given)