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What I Learned About Marriage From Two Nursing Home Residents

August 25, AD 2013 6 Comments

Working at a nursing home, I met a married couple that really defined for me what marriage means.

He was wheelchair dependent. He had had a stroke and lost all movement in his right leg and arm. He was still alert though. He’d tease the staff and tell us all sorts of stories. He’d rant about how “young people just don’t respect their elders anymore” and “young people today don’t know what it means to work hard.”

She was an Alzheimer’s victim. Physically, she could do anything I could do. She walked, she ran, and she could maneuver around obstacles. Mentally, she was a different story. She could only follow the simplest instructions and only then when you held her hand, guiding her through it. Once in a blue moon, we’d hear her say “yes” or “no.” Sometimes she’d laugh, but she mostly just stared silently off into space.

Together, they were actually pretty independent. He’d be her voice and she’d be his body. She always pushed his wheelchair to meals and activities. He’d instruct her on where to go. She could also do simple things around the room to help him or to help us help him. He’d push the call button for her when he thought she needed something. He’d answer questions for her based on what he knew about her from so many years of marriage. He’d look out for her and make sure she was treated right.

I was there when he died. I remember how lost she was those first few weeks. She was thrown off when the staff moved around the furniture to make room for a new resident. Her routine was completely changed around. I think in her own way, somewhere inside her, she knew he was dead. There’s no doubt in my mind though, that it would have been a much uglier situation if she had died first. They meant the world to each other, but he was still mentally aware enough to really know what that meant.

They really defined for me “for better or for worse.” They completed each other and helped one another the best they could. In the nursing home, they put each other first. His patience with her and complete devotion to her was inspiring. As much as I hope my husband and I don’t fall apart physically like they did (although God knows we probably will), I hope we do have that kind of care and adoration for each other until the very end.

About the Author:

Bethanie Ryan is a housewife, mother and writer. She recently graduated with a MA in Pastoral Studies from Aquinas Institute of Theology. Originally from Missouri, she currently calls upstate New York home. She writes for several websites including her own, True Dignity of Women.
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  • maximusK

    Great story. Thank you for sharing.

    • Bethanie Ryan

      Thank you for reading.

  • maryernie

    Hi, Bethanie!
    Your story brought tears to my eyes! My husband has Alzheimer`s and I`m caring for him at home. Little by little, the Good Lord is teaching me to be patient and understanding. Reading about another couple who is going through the same thing gives me courage! Thankfully, my husband is cheerful most of the time! And when he seems distressed, I put on Guy Lombardo via the you tube – does wonders for our spirits! Oh yes, of course we pray together each day!

    • Bethanie Ryan

      God bless you! Thank you for your comment and your commitment to your husband. I’ll keep you and your husband in my prayers.