She looks after mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and friends. No matter who you are or what happened, she will take care of you.
She works through lunch, rarely sitting down. After 14 hours, she comes home, takes off her shoes, which have walked through blood and tears, and just wants to sit.
I don’t ask her about her day because she doesn’t like to talk about work when she’s home, and I respect that.
But if she does want to talk, I’m there to listen. Sometimes she comes home happy, sometimes sad. But no matter how she feels, she’s always on time for her next shift.
I love her with all my heart. My wife is my hero. She’s a Stroke Nurse.
Credit: Philip Urtz