Remembering Eileen
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Remembering Eileen 4
Remembering Eileen
Danielle Metcalf
Academic Discourse I
Jill Evans
June 3, 2010
Remembering Eileen 4
An author, whose name I do not know, once said “It's important to keep a twinkle in your
wrinkle”. Eileen understood these words. She lived by them day to day. Though a demon was winning
a war with her mind, she never lost touch with her soul. No matter how powerful the demon would
grow, it was no match for her thriving spirit. There was one day, though, I think her spirit grew tired
and was almost ready to throw in the white flag...
As every other day, I began my rounds at six o'clock in the morning. The Reminiscence hall at
the nursing home was not fit for just anyone. It takes a special caring, a unique understanding. The
patients fought daily to keep what was so precious to them-their minds. It was a privilege for me to
help make their days of battle a little easier.
The first stop of the day, as always, was room 400. Under the number was a gold plate engraved
with the name Eileen. To the side of it, a pink construction paper cut-out hand, her name inside as well.
It was decorated with dainty white beads, looking like strings of pearls, and painted red ovals as if to be
manicured nails.
“Good morning, Eileen.” I gently said. She rubbed her eyes and stretched out far before seeing
it was me who was waking her. Reaching up with both hands, gently patting my cheeks, she smiled
and said “Hi, honey”, as she did everyday.
Eileen's sweet greeting always touched my heart. Due to the progress of her Alzheimer's
disease, she never said much. All anyone else ever heard from her was a giggle here and there. The
only other words she spoke were those times she chased the home's cat named Ethel. Eileen would
playfully follow her, with the innocence of a child, calling out “Lucky....Luuuucky...”
There was something special about Eileen. Nothing ever brought her down....
Remembering Eileen
Danielle Metcalf
Academic Discourse I
Jill Evans
June 3, 2010
Remembering Eileen 4
An author, whose name I do not know, once said “It's important to keep a twinkle in your
wrinkle”. Eileen understood these words. She lived by them day to day. Though a demon was winning
a war with her mind, she never lost touch with her soul. No matter how powerful the demon would
grow, it was no match for her thriving spirit. There was one day, though, I think her spirit grew tired
and was almost ready to throw in the white flag...
As every other day, I began my rounds at six o'clock in the morning. The Reminiscence hall at
the nursing home was not fit for just anyone. It takes a special caring, a unique understanding. The
patients fought daily to keep what was so precious to them-their minds. It was a privilege for me to
help make their days of battle a little easier.
The first stop of the day, as always, was room 400. Under the number was a gold plate engraved
with the name Eileen. To the side of it, a pink construction paper cut-out hand, her name inside as well.
It was decorated with dainty white beads, looking like strings of pearls, and painted red ovals as if to be
manicured nails.
“Good morning, Eileen.” I gently said. She rubbed her eyes and stretched out far before seeing
it was me who was waking her. Reaching up with both hands, gently patting my cheeks, she smiled
and said “Hi, honey”, as she did everyday.
Eileen's sweet greeting always touched my heart. Due to the progress of her Alzheimer's
disease, she never said much. All anyone else ever heard from her was a giggle here and there. The
only other words she spoke were those times she chased the home's cat named Ethel. Eileen would
playfully follow her, with the innocence of a child, calling out “Lucky....Luuuucky...”
There was something special about Eileen. Nothing ever brought her down....