She was 80-something and extremely forgetful. She LOVED to talk, and most of her stories were sad. Like how her husband was an alcoholic and died when she was in her 30's, and her daughter died last year of a heart complication.
She said she felt mostly taken advantage of by her family, and all she ever really wanted was to be loved.
She truly did have a heart of gold, because she was always worried about everyone else. If you shared a story about a hard time in your life, it would bring her to tears. She cared. A lot.
She was restless and didn't like to sit still, so I would take her for walks up and down the hallway. We'd stop at the end of the hall where there is a waiting room that overlooks the river. We'd sit, and she'd chat some more about her life.
No one came to visit her and no one called. When the doctor discharged her, it took 2 days to get someone to finally come get her. She knew that wasn't right, and it hurt her, but she loved her family so much, despite their lack of interest in her.
Imagine my suprise, when, during one of our walks, a man dressed completely in a clown costume, should come to the floor to visit a friend! I found this to be the perfect opportunity to cheer my 80-something year old friend up. I introduced her to Bobo, and she was practically giddy. It was adorable. She smiled, and asked him to make her a balloon creation, so he made her a flower. She loved it.
As we were about to leave to go back to her room, she leaned in to Bobo, I assumed to say "thank you" or maybe "goodbye".
No. She said, "Are you horny?"
Oh yes. She did.