Mikey

Many years ago I worked with a fellow named Mike, whom I dubbed "Mikey." He was one of the managers in our department and I got the idea that he really didn’t like the nickname. But, I never let that stop me from calling him "Mikey."

Recently I found a stack of old business cards and there was one with his name and phone numbers, including a cell phone. Wanting to check on him and renew our friendship, we became good friends, I decided to give him a call. When he answered, I asked, "Is this "Mikey?" I knew he would know was calling. He didn’t.

I discovered Mike is now in a memory care facility and doesn’t know most people. Not knowing exactly what to do, I continued to explain who I was, but he still did not remember me. He did recall three people out of the department of about 40.

He explained where he was and that he was getting excellent care. And, I encouraged him and wished him well. Then, he said that he did remember me. He said, "you’re the guy that nicknamed me "Mikey." He seemed happy that he knew me and that I called.

In time Mike will remember less and less, and fewer and fewer people.

It’s okay Mike. We remember you.

PMO
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