by Kelly McCarty

Hi Everyone! Well, it's back to school time. Time to get the kiddies out of the house and back into the classroom. I hope all of our Metro kids and parents had a nice summer. Austin moved back to East Lansing, Brad is in Ohio, and Chris & Amanda are in Oregon, Margaret and I are looking forward to everyone being back home for Labor Day weekend.

This past month, we lost the last of the Houtteman clan. Aunt Loretta passed away on August 21. Although she is gone physically, she will always remain alive in the memories of those who loved, respected and treasured her.

I would like to welcome Maria, our newest subscriber to the McCarty Metro. I hope you enjoy our publications.

My final thought I leave everyone with for September is a story from a nurse about the true meaning of love.

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 a.m . I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'

I had to hold back the tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life.' True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.