My dad has vascular dementia and lives in an assisted living facility. I come over a couple times a week to take him to doctor appointments, fill up his weekly medication box, etc. We both have a set of keys to his room. Last week he texted me to say that management had found my set of keys on the floor in one of the bathrooms. I looked on my purse where I usually keep my keys and sure enough they were missing. (I don’t know if that detail matters, but I’ll include it anyway). I thanked him and told him just to hold on to them for me and i'll get them when I come over to fill his meds.
So a couple days later i'm there to fill his meds, I look down at my purse and my set of keys are there. Not missing. Weird, but I kind of shrug it off. When he answers his door he says "Here's your keys!" and hands them to me. On the set there is one key for his door, one for his mailbox, and a little key fob with a barcode and ID number on it from the local library. I showed him that that set wasn't mine after all and suggested that maybe they belonged to one of the nurses that come twice a day to despense his medication. I had passed a couple of his nurses on my way to his room, so I jogged down the hall over to them and asked if the keys belonged to them. The nurses told me that not only was it not theirs, but there is only one mailbox key per room, so if I had mine, then this one should not exist...
One of the nurses, Rachel, turned to the other nurse and whispered, "The only thing I can think of is... Bob ?" I watched as both of their faces went pale. Then Rachel had the great idea of calling the local library to tell them that we had found a set of keys with the library's fob on it and wanted to return it to the owner. The librarian of course said that they were not able to give out personal information, and they would have to contact the owner themselves. So Rachel just blurted out "OK well if it belongs to who I think it does, his name is Bob and he's dead, so he won't mind. Is the owner’s name Bob?" The librarian then confirmed that the owner of the fob was the very same first and last name that the nurses had been whispering about. After hanging up and taking a few moments to herself, Rachel explained to me that Bob ___ was the last resident to live in my dad's room before my dad, and that he had died there. She then proceeded to tell me that his room had been empty for THREE YEARS because any time a new resident moved in there, they would quickly complain that the room was haunted and demand a different room. My dad is the first person in three years who hasn't noticed. My dad has officially been in that room for 6 months now, and it seems that Bob has finally returned his keys.
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[link] [comments]My dad has vascular dementia and lives in an assisted living facility. I come over a couple times a week to take him to doctor appointments, fill up his weekly medication box, etc. We both have a set of keys to his room. Last week he texted me to say that management had found my set of keys on the floor in one of the bathrooms. I looked on my purse where I usually keep my keys and sure enough they were missing. (I don’t know if that detail matters, but I’ll include it anyway). I thanked him and told him just to hold on to them for me and i'll get them when I come over to fill his meds. So a couple days later i'm there to fill his meds, I look down at my purse and my set of keys are there. Not missing. Weird, but I kind of shrug it off. When he answers his door he says "Here's your keys!" and hands them to me. On the set there is one key for his door, one for his mailbox, and a little key fob with a barcode and ID number on it from the local library. I showed him that that set wasn't mine after all and suggested that maybe they belonged to one of the nurses that come twice a day to despense his medication. I had passed a couple of his nurses on my way to his room, so I jogged down the hall over to them and asked if the keys belonged to them. The nurses told me that not only was it not theirs, but there is only one mailbox key per room, so if I had mine, then this one should not exist... One of the nurses, Rachel, turned to the other nurse and whispered, "The only thing I can think of is... Bob ?" I watched as both of their faces went pale. Then Rachel had the great idea of calling the local library to tell them that we had found a set of keys with the library's fob on it and wanted to return it to the owner. The librarian of course said that they were not able to give out personal information, and they would have to contact the owner themselves. So Rachel just blurted out "OK well if it belongs to who I think it does, his name is Bob and he's dead, so he won't mind. Is the owner’s name Bob?" The librarian then confirmed that the owner of the fob was the very same first and last name that the nurses had been whispering about. After hanging up and taking a few moments to herself, Rachel explained to me that Bob ___ was the last resident to live in my dad's room before my dad, and that he had died there. She then proceeded to tell me that his room had been empty for THREE YEARS because any time a new resident moved in there, they would quickly complain that the room was haunted and demand a different room. My dad is the first person in three years who hasn't noticed. My dad has officially been in that room for 6 months now, and it seems that Bob has finally returned his keys. submitted by /u/WhoGhostThere [link] [comments]
