I met Gloria on the 6 Subway, when I arrived in NY decades ago to build News 12 The Bronx, and then launch AP Television in N. America.
She was watching me as I gave my seat to a Nun from Mother Theresa’s Convent in The Bronx. She moved closer, thanked and asked where I was from. I said it was the way I was brought up in Cuba. Following a short conversation, she said she was also a Cuban.
We bonded, and Gloria suggested I move to City Island - A Slice of NYC Paradise. She and her husband, Wiilam, were longtime neighbors. When “Pupi” passed away, that’s what Gloria called him, he made plans to take care of her in a nursing home.
I made it a point to visit regularly and bought her plants, goodies to brighten her day. When I visited her this time, the nurse in charge told me that the county social services was the only family NY State Court had listed in her chart. I gave the nurse my contact information and left my 90-year-old sweetheart with a song and a kiss.
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Gloria is not angry, but seems sad because, no matter how much time has gone by, she never asks for much, just a hug, a kind word, a simple “Have a Happy Day.” I just wish someone else would remember her. Gloria Seibold is in the New Rochelle, NY Nursing home.
At her advanced age, she lives on memories and hope. Today, she prays that this message reaches those who have forgotten the importance of love and family before it’s too late. And so it goes.