I’m going to miss St. Elizabeth’s Hospital so bad. The cafeteria, where the best chili in town is sold; the gift shop, where every imaginable candy is sold, one piece at a time; where you can read the BND for free, just come in and sit down on luxurious couches and chairs; where my grandchildren were born and the ladies and nurses fussed over my daughter and her new baby and brought the food from the fine chefs who make the chili; where a helicopter swooped down and whisked away Zoe. She was born with transposition of the great arteries and every minute counted. I chased them, with my camera as they flew away in the sky above me at St. Elizabeth’s to get Zoe to St. Louis Cardinal Glennon Children’s Hospital in St. Louis — just a tiny dot in the sky by then. Where the bus stops are right there, making coming and going so easy. Where I stayed in a room very high up and looked out the window at the hospital grounds, even a gazebo where my four grandchildren and I sat and ate ice cream in the summer.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m very sad. I was told the hospital is taking all the statues and flowers, too. Then it will be lost and gone forever, only a memory.
Kathy Rainbolt, Belleville