Meanwhile at the VA Dementia Ward

Shouldn’t End Like This

My guy is more alert than last week, aware of his situation. He says “It shouldn’t end like this, with whipped cream”, looking at the berries and whipped cream I brought.

He says, “I should have ended it when I still could.”

Soon his wife brings in a group of gangly, sweet, teen boys from their church and they sing hymns to him. I can see him singing along to Amazing Grace.

They say some prayers with him and I go to over to see my old Jewish vet, who is much recovered this week. He looks at me, smiles, and says, “Want to hear some Hebrew jokes?”