My wife has a patient who normally is quite a handful. He’s a rather large man, and he has Alzheimer’s. Most of the time, her’s very uncooperative. The staff his nursing home doesn’t quite know what to do with him.
Well, it’s funny. He always calls Lintilla “sir”. Just like Marcie and Peppermint Pattie. He virtually ends every sentence with “sir”. It maybe nonsense, but it’s “nonsense, Sir!”.
So, Lintilla asked around, and sure enough, he is a Marine (there is no such thing as an ex-Marine, as any Marine will tell you).
So, during a recent attempt to bathe the man, in which he was not being very cooperative at all, Lintilla tried something. Having grown up the daughter of a WWII SeaBee, she had seen every war movie ever made, especially after AMC came along. She employed this knowledge, and used the tone of voice used by commanding officers in all those movies.
She called him “sir” as well, but nevertheless, her tone touched something deep within the man, no matter what else about his life he had forgotten. The nursing home staff looked on in amazement as the old Marine did everything Lintilla asked him to do.
It’s corny, and it’s sweet, in a “last scene of Driving Miss Daisy” kind of way.
She is an amazing woman.