Steve Kostal, husband of resident Fern Kostal, wrote a poem to share his thanks for the nurses who care for his wife.
While I am thinking about a nurse, thought I would write a little verse ...
To the beautiful ladies in blue, how I have learned to admire and respect all that you do
whether the task be large or small, you skillfully accept the challenge of them all.
If a wife or mother you happen to be, how proud your husband must be.
Bless the children who are too young to understand, how challenging your job must be and yet so much in demand.
The touch of your hand seems to say you truly understand.
The soft words you have spoken seem to help mend a heart that is broken.
Your smile seems to say everything will be okay, but it might take a while.
If you're having a bad day that seems to never end, it's in God's hands, some things you cannot mend.
God bless the difficult task he has sent you to do. Yes, I'm talking about the beautiful ladies in blue.
I would like to thank you for helping Fern, my beautiful wife, to restore her back to a more normal life.
Fond memories I will have, and a special place in my heart is how I will remember you
To the beautiful ladies in blue.
Steve wrote this poem to express what it's like for his wife to have arthritis:
A thief has come and stole my wife from me. A lovely person that could run, dance and play with her children and grandchildren now is spending much of her time in a chair. Arthritis is the thief I'll have you know. It has dealt her a big blow.
Once with the strength to lift her weight in gold, now a glass of water is about all she can hold. With hands so soft, it was delightful to hold. Now have lost their strength and are crooked, bent and look very old.
At one time we could dance the night away. Now pain and misery fill much of her day. Simple things like dusting, cleaning and washing dishes took only a short time to complete. Now standing for a short while bothers her legs and feet.
Hopefully someday someone will chase that thief away so no one will need to say get out of here and go today.
The thief has not stole her sense of humor or smile. She still smiles at me every day as if to say I still love you anyway.
As hard as it is for me to watch that thief, it's harder on her, I can see a tear on her cheek.
If I had one wish, it would be that something would put that thief away so no one would have to watch him steal their husband or wife and they might have a more normal life.