Doris and Marcus W

You could tell they loved each other very much, Doris was always afraid for Marcus’s health, as he was declining as time went on.  Marcus always put Doris on a pedestal, and rightly so.  She was the type of women you would call a “dame”.  A beautiful and tough woman.  When I went to her home to dispense her meds, a hug was always readily available for me.

At one time, they both ended up in the hospital, then in the same rehab together, even though Marc was declining, the comfort of knowing they were just down the hall from each other was enough for them.  When I went to visit Doris, she would say, “have you seen Marcus? How is he doing?

They finally went home after rehab, and Marcus was a mere shadow of his old self.  We had two aides at the home, one for Marcus, and one for Doris.  The aide for Marcus did an amazing job of getting him out of bed every day, getting him washed and dressed, even if it was only to sit in his favorite chair, or wander to the small patio right outside the sliding doors.  He and Doris knew it was only a matter of time.  He did pass away shortly after he arrived home, within the next few weeks.