Columnist Bill Herr taught high school mathematics and science for 32 years before serving as a volunteer and then as a staff chaplain at two nursing homes. In this series of articles, he writes about his experiences with elderly residents. He does not use the residents’ real names.
By Bill Herr
Early in my time as chaplain I went into the room of a new lady resident. I did not know that she had dementia. As soon as she saw me, she began cursing me. I tried to introduce myself but she continued cursing. After a few uncomfortable moments, I excused myself and left the room.
In the following days, I observed that her husband visited her every day. She would sit up and he would sit beside her and gently massage the back of her neck and shoulders. One day I entered her room and she was crying softly. I asked her what was the matter and she said, “I miss my husband.” I asked her if I could pray for her. She nodded and I prayed specifically that her husband would soon be there to see her. When I finished I looked at the doorway and there stood her husband. He had just arrived.
