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by Doris
Rated: E · Novella · Family · #1133289
Keeping a sixty year promise.

It was past midnight. She should be asleep. Instead she was wandering about the house trying to find God knows what. It was evident to everyone she was getting worse.

He heard a noise and knew she had stumbled into something again. He guided her back to the bed where she fell asleep once again. Morning would come soon enough, so he lay down on his bed across the room and tried going back to sleep himself. His mind was reeling with realization that he was not the nurse she needed. So sleep did not come. Previlent in his mind was a promise he had made sixty years ago, and because of that promise he was using every ebb of strength to see that he kept it.

During the day he administered her medications when they were due. He saw that she ate. The extent of his cooking was enough to keep them going, but being a farmer that part had always been left up to her. He tried new things, and was proud of his accomplishments. He enjoyed watching her eat what he had prepared.

The home health aides came several mornings a week to give her a bath, and straighten through the house. They went beyond their duty, for the couple were easy to love. On alternate days, the Nurse came to make sure she was getting her insulin and to check for sores that weren‘t healing.

It was evident to everyone he was doing his best, although his children along with the home health employees, wondered how long he would be able to hold out before asking for help. Help had been offered, but again the promise he had made sixty years earlier kept him trying to do everything himself.

Sarah was a shell of her former self. No doubt she was sick and getting worse each day. The diabetes had ravaged her body, her heart was weakened and age was taking its toll. On good days, she talked about the future and her desire not to ever leave the house she had lived in most of their married life. She feared the nursing home. On good days, she talked with her friends on the phone. On good days she listened to her radio or maybe watched a program on TV with Arthur. But those good days were getting few and far between.

He didn’t have to do a lot of thinking on what the future held on these days when things seemed almost normal. It was when his body begged for rest in the wee hours of morning, when she was searching through the house looking for nothing in particular, that with each heart beat he asked himself the same question. “Lord, what am I going to do?”

Each morning when she moved from the bed to her chair, she was greeted with a cup of steaming hot coffee. She would take it in both hands with a “thank you Daddy”, and take a sip. She was unaware that both their sleep had been interrupted because of her roaming. Her breakfast was served shortly. Sometimes she felt like going to the table, but most often she ate at her chair, and at that only ate a few bites. “I’ll eat it later” she always promised.

Once weary and tired from days without rest and nights without sleep he made an error in administering her meds. It was then he made the decision to talk to one of his six daughters.. Martha lived close by. She and her husband had bought the farm and Sarah and Arthur were given rights to live there as long as they could. Her number was the first one on the list above the wall phone in the dining room. He dialed her number, trying to keep an eye on Sarah, he nervously waited for her to answer.

“Martha, can you come up here?” She recognized the weariness and even a sadness in his voice.

"Is everything OK Daddy?" she asked trying to think ahead about how long it would take her to get there.

"Its Mother. I just need for you to come up here"

That was all she needed. While hanging up the phone, she told him she would be there. On any other occasion, she could have walked up the hill to their home. However this was an emergency.

Martha, opening the door went strait to her Mother. Sarah was incoherent. Her father was afraid. Somewhere in his administering Sarah's medication, he had given something to her twice. Once more than he should have. When he learned his error, it was enough to scare him into admitting he needed help.

“I don’t want to send her to a nursing home. I promised God sixty years ago that I would take care of her in sickness and health until death separated us. I just can’t do that to her. It is my responsibility to be there for her!” he wailed from exhaustion and fear..

It was an emotional time for each of them. However, Martha knowing this day would come was gentle in her approach to reason with him in his distraught state of mind. She was careful not to make the decision for him, only to guide him in making his own.

“But Daddy, you would be giving her the best care she could receive by taking her to the nursing home where qualified people will take care of her.”

“But she has begged me not to do that!”

“I know, but you have to do what is best for her. You can go every day and sit with her, eat lunch with her. Us girls will also go, so she won't feel we have abandoned her. You would only be away from her at night when you come home”, Martha gently continued. “And too, if she needed you in the meantime, they would call you.”

He hadn’t thought of it that way; That turning her loose to someone else’s care was actually still taking care of her. He sat there letting it all soak in as he kept his eyes toward his wife.

Reluctantly he agreed, so the necessary steps to get her there were set in order. His tall frame was bent in sobbing, for the inevitable hour had come. He had always carried his age well. One who did not know him would be hard pressed to believe he was 91, but today his weeping was making an old man out of him fast. The mental strain he had been under for so long, and the nights without rest had taken their toll.

Naturally she did not want to go. To her, it was accepting she would never come home again. However, he promised her that he would bring her home again.

Occasionally, on week-ends he did just that. He brought her home for an overnight stay. With each visit home - she started begging to go back home. Eventually, he understood her meaning of “home”. It was where she spent all the days that had grown into weeks. Her room at the nursing home was now “Home”

After her meds had been regulated, she was better for awhile. The bright spot of her day was to hear his voice as he answered the "Good mornings" when the staff greeted him. She listened as his voice got closer from down the hall coming toward her room. Always in his hand was a fried apple pie wrapped in wax paper. He kissed her and said, “I made it especially for you.” He had no thoughts or regards she was not supposed to eat sweets, and the nurses on duty did nothing to stop him. They could see he was still taking care of her.

“Thank you Daddy”, she whispered, as he settled down into the chair beside her bed. He was keeping the promise he had made 60 years earlier.
Doris Thompson
July 2006
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