My aunt Carol worked nights at the hospital in Muncie for almost twenty-seven years.
She was not a doctor. She cleaned rooms, changed sheets, found lost eyeglasses, and somehow knew which patients wanted the TV left on. On Sundays she made noodles from scratch and sent everybody home with leftovers in old butter tubs.
When she died in 2022, we found a drawer full of thank-you cards from families we never met. She never talked about being important. She just showed up, tired or not.
This little place on the Indiana map is for her. She would have laughed at the fuss, but she deserved to be remembered.