She was using a wheelchair, wearing a bathrobe, and looking fairly disheveled. The neighbor suddenly felt very ashamed that he had originally come over to scream at the neighbor with the crummy lawn. Before he knew it, he was offering to cut the woman’s law. She started crying, thanking the man, and telling him that she did not know what to do about the lawn and so many other things. Her husband had shipped out to serve on active duty just after they had bought the house and then he was killed in duty. Other than the children, she had no real family and certainly none that lived close by.
I’m not a nurse, but the nurse from the hospice who took care of my dad called me. My dad was in his final stage of pancreatic and liver cancer. Dad was always a quiet and respectful gentleman. But he was a bit feisty at the hospice. Our friend Steve came to visit and Dad took off his oxygen mask to hear him better. Dad’s nurse came in to check him and saw him with his oxygen mask off. “Mr. Benny, you’re terrible in bed,” she scolded.
He threw back his blanket and said ““hop on in and let’s see.” Our friend Steve was hysterical laughing. The nurse called me, since my dad never said it did this before. I went down there and asked ““Dad, what happened today with the nurse? I know you better than that.” Dad looked at me and said ““Baby, I’m 84 years old. I’ve been a good man all my life. Can’t I just be a little bad? How many men been bad their whole life?” I went back to the nurses station and asked if we could indulge my dad just a bit as long as it wasn’t really rude-Dad was just having a bit of fun. The ladies were wonderful. Dad joked with them and they joked right back.
Literally right up to his last day, when Dad has a stroke and peacefully passed away. So many ladies came by to touch Dad, hug and kiss me. We all cried-so many said he was like their dad, uncle, grandfather. It was dad’s way of dealing with his end-and bless him, he went exactly as he wanted. I thanked everyone at hospice with flowers, treats, and letters to the hospital and state, praising them all. And I know Dad is up there, leaving them laughing in the aisles.
Our son moved out less than a year after I left. He lives maybe 10 minutes away from his dad’s house but only goes over there to work on his truck. He hasn’t even gone in the house in a few years but he said the garage is filled top to bottom with her and her kids stuff infested with roaches.
I’m a very clean person. Our house was always nice. Decorated with really nice things. Most of the stuff I left behind. The only thing I cared about was a relationship with my son which I have a great one. Apparently she still uses my stuff that I left behind like some large area rugs and curtains also my cookware.
My boss was very threatened by me. She was the manager of the Emergency Medical Services office for the county. I was the quality manager and medical instructor. I would review the emergency reports written by the paramedics and when appropriate provide praise or constructive criticism. One to three days a week I would travel to fire departments and ambulance services and provide continuing education. The paramedics/firefighters loved when I came to the station. I was a very encouraging instructor and provided practical lessons that they could actually use in their emergency work.
The neighbor told her not to worry and soon the entire neighborhood adopted the family. The man speaking broke down at this point saying, “That was over twenty years ago today, I am here to tell you that those neighbors never failed to keep that lawn mowed nor to see that those children went without a thing. That seven year old went on to college and then law school and today, visits his mother regularly and mows the neighbor’s lawn. At his own home, he has a yard man, but my mom insists that that costs too much.