"How do I love thee, let me count the ways ...' Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Lucky for my parents when they were nearing their last years on earth, the oldest daughter, built an apartment in the basement of her home where she could check in on them daily and be sure their needs were met. Mother became very ill and was taken to the hospital. My father, who was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s disease, was determined to go to the hospital to see his sweetheart. His love for her was so strong that nothing would keep her away. It was February, snow covered the roads and ground. At 3 a.m. in the morning, he put his coat and hat on, and with a cane, quietly left the apartment, walked down the snow covered hill they lived on to the road leading to a major highway in Riverdale, Utah. Upon reaching the highway he continued to walk over a half mile to a viaduct that crossed the Weber River. When he came to the crest of the viaduct, a police officer noticed this old man and pulled up along his side where he offered to give him a ride. The police officer took him to the station to see if he had any identification, figure out the hospital my father was headed for, and where he came from. After some questioning, they were able to call my sister for help.
This story never ceases to amaze me. It shows the bond of love that existed between my father and mother. I was blessed beyond words for this bond of love.
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