Nursing the Soldier's Heart. Merrillee Whren

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      “We can share, but I don’t have a fork.” Cora reached for her call button. “I’ll page the nurse.”

      Brady took a deep breath. Would that bring Kirsten their way? Probably not. Registered nurses didn’t usually bring forks to patients. Minutes later, his supposition proved to be true when a petite young blonde scurried into the room.

      The young woman surveyed the room. “May I help someone in here?”

      “I need a fork, so I can eat this delicious cake. And I want you to meet my grandson, Brady.” Cora waved the young nurse’s aide over. “Brady, meet Kayla. She takes really good care of me.”

      “Your grandma is super. Everyone here loves her.” Kayla shook Brady’s hand. “I’m so glad to meet you. Cora talks about you all the time.”

      That was the second time he’d heard the same thing today. “Thanks for taking good care of her, Kayla.”

      “It’s a pleasure. I’ll be right back with that fork.” Kayla hurried away.

      “Seems you have quite a fan club here.”

      Cora waved both hands at him. “The nurses here love everyone. They’re so caring, but I still want to get out of here and back into my own place.”

      “I’m sure you do.” Brady sat down again as Kayla returned with a fork.

      Cora thanked the nurse’s aide, then turned to Brady. “Now you can answer my question.”

      “You mean why it took me so long to get here?”

      Cora nodded. “I had them calling you every day.”

      So that’s why he’d had so many messages. Maybe he’d been a little too hard on Kirsten. “I know. When I retrieved my phone, I heard them all.”

      “Retrieved your phone?”

      Brady scooted the chair closer to the bed. “I went up to Alaska this past May—”

      “Alaska? You never told me.”

      Nodding, Brady grimaced. “I know. I haven’t been good about staying in contact with you, and I promise I’ll do better in the future.”

      “So why were you there?”

      “I hired on as a deckhand on a commercial fishing boat during salmon season. Good pay.” Brady reached over and took Cora’s hand. “Gram, I would’ve been here sooner, but when they called I was in the middle of the sea. I got my messages when I retrieved my phone on the mainland.”

      Cora smiled. “I knew something wasn’t right when you didn’t return the calls.”

      “I got on the first flight out of Anchorage into Dallas. My pickup truck was there because I’d planned to return to Texas when the summer fishing season was over.”

      “And you drove from Dallas today?”

      Brady nodded. “Twelve hours.”

      “You must be exhausted.”

      “But seeing you has made the long trip worth it.”

      “And seeing you has made my day, my whole year. I was afraid I would never lay eyes on you again.”

      Brady hung his head. He wasn’t good at saying he was sorry, but he was. Cora had aged, and he had to face the fact that the time he had left with her was limited. He’d missed too many years with her. How could he ever make up for that? “I’m here now. So let’s make the most of it.”

      “After you got out of the army, I didn’t hear much from you. You wrote a couple of times, but you never told me anything of significance about your life. I prayed for you every day while you were in the army and every day after you got out.”

      “Thanks, Gram. Your prayers saved me more than once.” Not only from enemy bombs and bullets, but also from his own self-destructive behavior.

      Her prayers had led him to Chaplain Howard, who’d urged Brady to take another look at Christianity. He’d remembered the Bible lessons from his youth and his grandmother’s devotion to God. With the Lord’s help, Brady stopped drinking to excess, misusing women and destroying his life. He’d spent the years since getting out of the army roaming from place to place, trying to find out where he belonged.

      As Brady recounted the years since he’d been gone, he recognized the pattern—moving from one place to another, never finding a place to call home. Maybe he was more like his dad than he realized. The army had given him the discipline he’d lacked, and Chaplain Howard had capped that discipline with a moral code, but the army had also contributed to his wanderlust.

      Now Brady wondered where the Lord was leading him. Did he belong here? He’d left his grandmother’s house in anger when he’d been barely seventeen, vowing never to return. This was one of the last places he would have picked to settle down, but his grandmother and the challenge of getting a pretty but petulant nurse to like him invited him to stay.

      “What are your plans?” Cora peered at him through the large glasses that covered a significant portion of her wrinkled face.

      Brady didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep. Staying here to help his grandmother was something he should do, but the thought of living in Georgia again didn’t appeal to him. Finding a job was the only way he could stay, but he didn’t have to make any decisions now. “I don’t know, Gram.”

      “I wish you’d settle here. You’re the only close family I have left.”

      “I’m going to have to figure that out.” More guilt. He’d been gone for nearly twelve years, only visiting Cora twice during that time. He should’ve made more of an effort to be part of his grandmother’s life.

      After leaving on bad terms, he hadn’t known how to make it right. The visits had always seemed uncomfortable. Cora had already been a widow when his mom, Cora’s only child, had died in a car accident. After that his dad had gone into a deep depression and never recovered. That’s when Cora had taken Brady in. She’d done her best to give him a decent life, but he’d done his best to make life difficult for her. Could he ever make it right?

      “I can hardly wait to get out of here. I don’t mind being in the assisted-living apartment, but I’ll go crazy if they keep me in here.” Cora’s green eyes grew bright with tears as she grasped his arm. “You have to be my advocate.”

      Brady furrowed his eyebrows. “You mean, like having a medical power of attorney?”

      “Yes, that’s what it’s called.”

      “But I thought that was for people who were dying or something.” Brady’s stomach sank. “You’re not dying, are you?”

      Cora chuckled. “No. Nothing like that, but I want you to be able to talk to the doctors and nurses about my medical issues. Sometimes, I’m not sure what the doctors are telling me. So I’d like to have you know what’s going on, too. All that privacy stuff makes it so they can’t talk to you unless I say so.”

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