My Dad was in and out of the V.A. hospital many times over the past five years. I got to know many of the nurses on a first name basis. Where do nurses come from? They are a gift from God. They wipe your tears, make you laugh and take the best care of our loved ones. They wrap thier arms around you and bring comfort. I am very grateful for that. This one particular nurse became a good friend of my fathers. They shared many different stories of war...the nurse was a younger version of someone who has also served our country. He also became one of the highlights of my Dad's day. He would stop in for a quick hi, even when he was not caring for him that day at the V.A. hospital here in Syracuse. He traveled to see my Dad down at the V.A. nursing home in Norwich on his day off. It meant everything to my father. One of the last things my Dad tasted was a tiny piece of European chocolate this nurse gave him. I actually was the one who put a tiny morsel in my fathers mouth, just hoping that it would melt and my Dad would somehow enjoy it . Dad died shortly after that. I am not going to name this nurse...but I hope that my Dad knew about the chocolate and who it came from. We are forever greatful for your caring and friendship. My father and my family are blessed having known you. - Becky
