Job #5 Sitting with the Elderly
There is nothing quite so rewarding as when you feel needed.
Venetta called me her girl. On Saturday and Sunday mornings she'd wait for me, propped up in her hospital bed and always wearing the same white cotton gown and the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen, for me to unlock the front door and come in to help her out of bed. For me, it was a learning experience. For her, it was a journey back in time as she shared stories of vacations, Christmas's, and life on Ormand street of days gone by. When she died, I dreamed about her often and I missed her as if she'd been my own mother.
Then there was Mary, who had Parkensins disease. Before her morning meds she trembled terribly. By noon she'd be much calmer and we'd watch television together, eat lunch, tell stories and laugh, or go for groceries. Watching the Scarecrow and Mrs. King was mandatory and she made no bones about the fact that she was in love with Bruce Boxleitner.
Lilly was a writer. I would clean her house and take her for groceries. She was cantankerous... but I did as I was told and stayed quiet.
The list goes on and on and the blessings were many.
To Be Continued...