“When Men Are Caregivers” What A Life’s Daily Inspiration
I recently had this awesome quote sent to me in a text, no , I didn’t write it but , I love it and wanted to share it.
It’s pure Life’sdailyinspiration
Why do we do
No one else can die for us,
But we don’t have to die
Alone,that is why I am here.
Our patients journeys are
our journeys too.”
Care giving is more of a woman’s job, or I should say it is most often a woman in the role as primary care giver whether it is a wife, a mom, a sister or a friend, or significant other.
Not Always, “men make great givers”
There are men who are care givers and they make awesome caregivers . I have been privileged to see quite a few in my career these last 40 years.
Although a few really stand out in my mind because they went the extra mile and did not only all they could and then some.
Mr. Bill was a home inspector when his mom came to live with him at 80 years old. She could still walk, dress and do daily grooming then.
At the age of 94 years old , she was bed bound, and contracted in her arms and legs.
Mr. Bill had quit his job to stay home and care for his Mom. She was probably now 95 lbs soak and wet. He had tried sitters and was not happy with the care his Mom had received.
So he retired to do for his Mom , as she had always done for him.
Bill told me he had no idea what he was doing in the beginning but, quickly learned.
One of my first visits
One of my first visits he asked is there a way to wash her hair while still the bed ? I showed him how we accomplished that little chore. He learned how to change the bed with his Mom in it.
How best to bathe and clean her , to brushing her dentures and cleaning them. Simple enough stuff for most of us women but Bill was in the beginning, like a lost ball in high weeds.
He was better in the end than any woman care giver I had ever seen. Bar none. What an awesome thing to know that he was determined to care for his Mom. He far surpassed just the basics.
He was a true Life’s daily inspiration, I recently saw Bill at the grocery store .He was now many years older.
Using a walker stooped and not very steady. His life’s garden of roses had grown thorns and shown up in the form of poor mobility.
Finding Joy in the Morning
He talked about never having regretted caring for his Mom. That God had blessed him beyond anything he could fathom.
He said he would do it all over again if he could.
Bill said he wished he could tell her one more time that he loved her.
And that when he went home to be with the Lord how he would be to see her again, healthy, whole and happy, and waiting for him to join her.
In their new home. In A Home,”Where We Never Grow Old!”
Which is the title old gospel song and it was whirling around in my head for hours after helping Bill to his car.
I just couldn’t shut it off, so thought I would share part of it with you our readers.
It says far more than I could.
“Where We Never Grow Old”
When our work here is done and the life-crown is won,
And our troubles and trials are o’er;
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old.
Written by, James C. Moore
I , like Bill am looking forward to that wonderful day.
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“Onward til’ Upward”
Scarlett and Elaine