The Window

wndow in nursing home

I’m sitting here looking out the window.  It has taken me nearly sixty-five years but now I understand.

New-Nurses-Survival-GuideI was only twenty-five when I met Irene.  It was my first job out of college.  I had just finished my RN program at Regina Nursing School.  It took me three years going to school days and working part-time evenings to complete my degree.  After finishing school, I applied at several nursing homes since I wanted to work with the elderly.  In three weeks, I was hired by the River Birch nursing home in New Prague Minnesota.

nurse-tutoringMy first day on the job was the high point and perhaps also the low point of my life.  It was the day I met Irene.  My supervisor Michelle started my job orientation by introducing me to the staff I would be working with.  She then gave me a brief summary of my work duties.  She explained that I would be assigned a wing of the nursing home and within that wing, I would be in charge of a specific number of residents.  We were not to call them patients.  Each day, my job would be to take care of the residents that I was assigned and to ensure that they received food, care and compassion.

nurse with patient

Michele then took me around to the twenty or so residents that I would responsible for.  One by one, she gave me a brief bio and medical review for each person.  The last one of my charges was Irene.  Michele said she had saved Irene for last because she would be my most difficult resident.

Irene had been taken into the home about two months prior to my arrival.  She appeared to have an advanced case of Alzheimers disease (which sixty-five years ago was not identified as such.)  She had been living with her only daughter for the past five years but her daughter had died in a car accident and Irene had no other surviving relatives.  Her mother, father and two sisters had died many years before her and no other family members could be located.  Social Services selected the River Birch nursing home due to its proximity to her previous home.


Michele cautioned me that I should not spend too much time with Irene.  She did not speak much except to demand being taken in her wheel chair to the same window each day.  She would sit and look out the window and was not interested in eating, talking or socializing in any form.  Several of the other nurses had tried to form some type of communication with Irene, but all she would ever say was “window, window.”  Most thought she was simply unfriendly and had stopped spending any time with her.

I was young and naïve.  I thought I could surely reach out to Irene and form some type of bridge which would unite us as human beings.  Irene would be my project.  We would become friends.

Each day, I made a special point of taking Irene to her window and stopping by a few times of the day to simply chat.  I would bring her a cookie in the morning during the coffee break time and one after lunch during mid-afternoon coffee break.  Irene would never take the cookie or even bother to look at me.  She simply stared out the window.

windows-AOver time, I began to wonder what she was looking at.  After looking out the window myself, all I could see was a large grassy field surrounded by numerous oak, maple and birch trees. On any given day, there might some grackles or robins out in the field but very little else to view.  It was a pleasant enough scene but nothing that I thought could keep anyone’s attention for more than a few minutes never mind several hours of staring out the window

On the other side of the large sitting room, there was another picture window.  I noticed that it had a pretty view of a large lake and periodically several sail boats with brightly covered jibs and mains blowing in the wind would be traversing the lake.  I thought that perhaps Irene might like this view better. I walked over to where her sit was sitting in her wheel chair and told her I was going to show her recalcitrant patienta very pretty view that she could look out at.  I thought she would enjoy the variety and the change of scenery.  As I started to push Irene’s wheel chair away from her chosen window, she became very agitated and started pointing and in a raised voice saying “window, window.”  I moved her back to the old window and left her for the day.

Weeks went by and there was never any change in Irene.  Then one day, I went over to see how Irene was doing and I brought her a cookie just in case she changed her mind.  I never gave up on somehow connecting with Irene and I thought surely the cookie would be my entre.  Much to my surprise, she took the cookie from my hand and replied, “Thank you, they’re coming, they’re coming.”  I looked out the window but did not see anyone.  I asked, “Irene dear, who is coming?”  Irene answered, “Why mom and dad and my sisters.”  Poor thing I thought, she is delusional.

empty chairNext morning, I came to work and started my rounds.  I did not see Irene and I wondered where she was.  I checked her room but the bed was made up and there was no sign of Irene.  I went into see my supervisor and ask about her.  “I am sorry” Michele said “She passed away last night and was taken to the funeral home. There will be no services for her as she had no surviving relatives.”  I went home and cried for her passing.  I had never understood her or made a connection with her that I thought was the least bit meaningful.

little girl looking out the windowIt is sixty-five years later and I finally understand Irene.  I am sitting here looking out a window from the nursing home where I am now a resident.  Each day I look out the same window and I see a different event from my life.  I have been amazed at the events that I have witnessed.  I have seen my mother giving birth to me.  I saw the birth of each of my sisters and brothers.  I witnessed my first communion and my first day in school.  I watched my wedding and the birth of each of my children.  I was at my husband’s funeral again.  During the past few months, I have seen all the major events of my life one after the other in perfect chronological order.  I am almost at the end of my journey.  There is only one final event.  The last event will be when they come for me.  They are getting close.  My mom and dad are coming for me.  They are coming to take me home.  I must keep looking out the window or I will miss them.

Time for Questions:

How do we deal with the loss of a loved one when they are still alive?  What connections can we possibly make to bridge the sometimes-unbridgeable gaps that age has a way of creating? What if our loved ones are still with us even when we may think they are not?  How do we have compassion for people who no longer seem to know or care about us?

Life is just beginning.

“What would I have wanted to say if I had had the opportunity to see him one more time? I would like to think that I would have kept it simple and said, “I love you,” then just held his hand in silence, letting that thought linger in the space of the time we had left together.”
― Lisa J. ShultzA Chance to Say Goodbye: Reflections on Losing a Parent




10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. karenkarp
    Aug 20, 2017 @ 13:07:05

    Excellent essay John! The end of life is so sad but it is important event in life and you captured it wonderfully! And, it’s true we don’t understand the generation above us until we become just like them some day!



    • johnpersico
      Aug 23, 2017 @ 03:55:22

      Thank you Karen for your thoughtful comment on my blog. I appreciate it very much. Walking in someone else’s shoes is never easy.



  2. Socorro
    Aug 20, 2017 @ 14:45:20

    Divergent thoughts on life, love, and death summarize Aging Capriciously. As I began reading I thought it was about you and then observed life and approaching death of the nurse.

    Growing old is a challenge. Will I go in an accident like the daughter or see my departed come for me like the mother? Or will I look out the window?

    We can age capriciously, gracefully, begrudgingly, and is the choice ours? All I ask is for a disclaimer. The imagination writes today’s story. I admire and admit enjoying the writing of your experiences. It’s about life, love, and death. It’s about fictional characters because your life and love are still with us.



  3. jacobp81
    Aug 22, 2017 @ 05:05:09

    “How do we have compassion for people who no longer seem to know or care about us?” Don’t stop reaching out. Don’t expect reciprocation. I have a neighbor who is very negative. When moving here I would always say hi to him when passing, with no response. One day he responded. I still say hi to him. sometimes I get a response, sometimes I don’t. I don’t let that faze me. One day he had my cat in his arms, what a nice memory. I know he loves my cat, and that brings him some joy. Everyone is going through different things, “everyone is at a different stage of there development” everyone. Just be nice. It’s the little things that make the biggest difference because they add up. Aim to me a light to others. What you get back is the knowledge that you are making a difference in the world.



    • johnpersico
      Aug 22, 2017 @ 05:10:53

      Thank you Jacob for your comments. They are very thoughtful and compassionate, I appreciate your taking the time to share them.



  4. jacobp81
    Aug 22, 2017 @ 05:08:29

    I did a typo. Supposed to be “Aim to be” not “Aim to me”.



  5. jeanine
    Aug 23, 2017 @ 18:57:52

    The answer to the first and last question with Alzheimer’s sufferers is to keep in focus who they were before getting ill. It helps to remember that the person they have transitioned into is not the same individual who loved and cared for you. It is not easy to see these people as they were before due to the radical changes in their personalities. However, It is easy to become resentful and bitter because you feel like the victim.
    As for bridging the generation gap. Age old struggle……. Not happening. 
    Lastly, I may be delusional, but I believe our loved ones never leave us, and when we are ready to join them, I can see them coming to take us home.
    Your blog made me cry. It was very touching. It felt good. Every once in a while I think everybody needs a good cry.



  6. Freebies
    Mar 24, 2021 @ 14:24:09

    I know this if off topic but I’m looking into starting my own blog and was curious what all is needed to get setup? I’m assuming having a blog like yours would cost a pretty penny? I’m not very internet savvy so I’m not 100 positive. Any suggestions or advice would be greatly appreciated. Many thanks



    • Dr. John Persico Jr.
      Mar 24, 2021 @ 15:57:54

      Mostly free. I think it costs me about thirty dollars a year for the WordPress site. Use WP or Blogger and the biggest cost will be your time.



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