I waited outside the specialistsâ€™ office. To occupy the time, I inspected the numerous pictures of nurses who had graduated from St. Paulâ€™s Hospital in past years. One featured women from 1927 and another from 1928.
All were attired in the nursing uniforms of that era: starched hats, dresses, and white stockings. Most of the faces were attractive, and all the names seemed to be of British extraction.
I did some simple math in my mind; if those pictured were in their early 20s, which most appeared to be, they would now be of the grand old age of 107 or more.
It was obvious that most had passed away. What of their lives, their loves, and their time on this earth?â€¯ Were they still fondly remembered in old photo albums or by people of my age, which is in excess of 88 years, and do they still exist in another realm?
It reinforced the fact to me that, no matter how old we get to be, bodily life is but a flash in time.
Mike Harvey, Langley