My 93 Y/O mother died this morning after a stroke knocked her down. She had been living independently until the stroke four weeks ago.
Mom was a Navy Nurse. She enlisted two days after graduating from nursing school in the Spring of 1942 and served the duration, making patient care her prime mission. She worked in a pediatricians' office while I was a kid. Later in life she went to work in our county medical center. It was sold to a big hospital organization, and she retired from there.
She was proud of her service, and she was proud of being a nurse. She was the last nurse in the enormous hospital to wear a white dress, stockings, shoes, and her nursing school's cap. She never lost sight that a nurse is there to make patients well and comfortable.
