Eunice Predmore, RN, who works at the Respiratory Rehabilitation Center (RRC) was recognized by a patient's daughter whose mother had ALS. The daughter wrote:

I did not anticipate that my mother would form profound bonds with strangers given her circumstances. She had ALS. She couldn't speak and writing became challenging as the disease progressed. She was bedridden and tethered to a hose in her throat. She suffered in constant pain. Still she remained a bright, considerate woman with an eye for details and high expectations. She measured every action with critical attention. She managed the people around her with charm and authority. When something didn't suit her, she had me speak up for her. Despite all her disabilities she had presence and she liked to be in control.

My mother had very pleasant relationships with the staff at the RRC. That was easy. With occasional exceptions, the personnel are consistently capable, caring professionals. Outstanding is Eunice Predmore. This is a person who embodies the essence of the vocation. Her quiet confidence and steady attention are exactly what a patient needs when they live in such a restricted and dependent manner. Eunice was my mother's rock. When Eunice was on duty mother knew everything would go well. Should something challenging come up, Eunice would take care of the issue for her. Eunice could "read" my mother and facilitate what she needed, Immediately such as a change of position, pain management, medical intervention, a personal anecdote, a hug or someone to hold her hand while she cried. Eunice knew and always did the right thing. Eunice not only takes care of her patients. She sees them deeply and she nourishes their spirits.

I was with my mother every other day. I was her watchdog. I spent hundreds of hours observing the staff at the RRC as they performed their duties. I was very impressed with the quality of care and the caliber of nurses, aides and therapists. I remain incredibly touched by Eunice Predmore's devotion to my mother. While she was friendly with anyone who may have been in the room, her patient was truly the one Eunice was invested in. Sometimes she would even call me over if I wasn't paying attention with the remark, "Come over here. Your mother needs you" Eunice never played to the room. She was my mother's friend, ever attentive and incredibly patient, gentle mannered but very much in charge.

On the day my mother died, Eunice's shift had ended. Still she stayed. She wouldn't leave my mother's side until my mother left her broken body. Eunice was the last person my mother let go of when life left her body. Eunice was the last friend to leave her. I hope that every person has a Eunice Predmore at their side should life give them a crippling turn. They will feel safe and comforted. They will know that they are special to Eunice Predmore as they rest in the kindness of her capable hands.