Always RememberedThu, 02/13/2014 - 03:18

Always Remembered
My husband worked many hours as a volunteer at the nursing home where I worked as the recreation director (we are caucasian). There was an 86 year-old African-American lady who, despite her dementia diagnosis, had gotten my husband into her long term memory. Hattie always talked about Cab Calloway, expressing how much she enjoyed his music and telling us that her grandson played with Cab Calloway (no, he probably didn't, but who knows). When I saw an article in the paper that Cab Calloway had died, I showed it to Hattie. She said, "Oh, Lord. Where's your husband?" I called my husband and asked him to come to the nursing home because Hattie was asking for him. When my husband arrived, Hattie showed him the newspaper. He responded that he knew how much Hattie thought of Cab Calloway and how much she enjoyed his music. Hattie said, "Well, it's time you knew. That's your real father."