When my father got sick, Brandi became more than just his nurse. She probably didn't think we noticed her outside our door pleading with the doctor on my father's behalf. She probably didn't think we noticed when the first doctor wouldn't listen, that she was the one who called in several different doctors to come and take a look at him. She probably didn't think that we noticed the tears in her eyes as she comforted our mother whose tears could no longer be held back. It didn't matter her age, race, or religion.
That day Brandi was more than our nurse, she was our family. Being our voice when we weren't sure what was going on and comforting us when we needed it most.