Elderly Help

Back in 2000 few months after I had my son T2, I was ask to help an elderly widow. She was hurt and was living alone. She was a dear friend of the hubby and I thought it would be a good thing for me. So I agree to work 5 hours a week. I did not have a license to drive at that time so, I would put T2 on my back with a carrier and F1 my oldest who was 3 yrs old at that time would be on a stroller and I would walk to her house. It is about 3 mile to and from my house. It was a work out, because the road is not flat. It is a hill but only coming back home.

I would show up to her house and tried to keep her company and do a little bit of chores. But chores like cleaning up her sink was a very difficult job to do because, she wanted to keep everything, even the TV dinner packages. She had a dog and made the house very messy. It was bad. She only qualify for 5 hours of help from the services which was not very much money for me. But the thought of me helping who could be my grandma was more comforting than anything else.  Four years in the US  really made me missed my family and one reason I agree to do it because I wanted to be close to someone like her. But after a few weeks I found out through our conversation that she was a very sad lady. She never had any kids and did not like one either. She was the only child and happens to be born the same day and year as the hubby's mother and same name. How interesting was that! Mary Elizabeth, She loved her dog, A Lhasa Apso hairy small kind and that was about all the family she had. Her husband died long time ago and made sure that she was taken care of, but she spend all of her money collecting precious  moment momentous. There were tones of it in her house along with porcelain dolls. It was just sad.

The work lasted 3 months with the Human services for her and then I got transferred to a different person for another 3 months. It was an over all good experienced but in a long run, it made me sad.  You know why? I like to work with my kids with me specially when they were babies and I thought that older people like to be around kids but not all. But then the realization that I tend to get emotionally attached to their being alone in their home reminds me a lot of me being away from my family, was too much for me.