I had a little old lady one night, hx of severe dementia. I went in to give her nightly meds and tuck her in. After everything was almost done, she grabs my hands and stares deep into my eyes and starts to pray "Hail Mary full of grace....". I respectfully keep my hands with hers and wait for her to finish. But after another couple words she stops. I look at her, she looks at me and yells "Finish it!". I look at at her and say "Ma'am, I dont know the words, im not catholic!" She stares at me some more and says "Well, Im not either!" And we both laugh sooo hard.
Jul 5, '12
my story isn't as funny but it's cute, i think.
when i was in college, my grandmother lived with us. she had advanced parkinson's disease and had some
she was hospitalized for pneumonia on the same weekend that my dad's poker group met at our house.
two of the members were brothers. one was a catholic priest and the other was grandma's physician.
grandma, good devout methodist that she was, read her bible every morning and every night. she'd gone
to the hospital rather quickly and her bible had been forgotten until bedtime. the hospital called and father
____ answered since he was closest to the phone. he volunteered to deliver the bible right then and return
to the game.
grandma was drowsy when he arrived. she took one look at him and even though he was dressed in street
clothes, she shrieked, "you're father ____! i'm dying and you're here to give me the last rites!"
Last edit by sharpeimom on Jul 5, '12
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