Friday, February 8, 2013
I remember going to visit Myrtle every Wednesday with her husband, Jack, at the Broomall Presbyterian Nursing home with my mom, who drove Jack there. Although we made this visit every Wednesday, she seemed to barely remember my mom or me. But, she would see Jack, and her face would light up. She seemed so joyous, as they would join hands and enjoy the rest of the day together and talk to each other. Although I don't know much about Myrtle, she always made me happy when I saw how happy she was with Jack.