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Caring for Our Elderly

In the United States, how do we care for our elderly parents, or other elderly people? Here are some ways I have witnessed or read about. What do you think are the best ways, most practical, most workable, or best for the elderly?

A relative of my husband’s, Mary, lived in Washington state. She and her husband built, or had built for them, an addition to their house. Mary’s widowed dad lived in this beautiful addition. It had its own bathroom, fireplace, and tiny living room, and the whole addition was directly attached to the main house. In the early days of his living there, he went for many walks in the neighborhood, and lived there to the age of 102. I don’t know if the addition had a kitchen, and they probably shared meals.

Growing up, my dad’s mother first lived in our home, in a large room attached to the kitchen. Later, she moved to an apartment about a mile from our house. I would visit her a lot after school and she would be at our home for many occasions. Then later again, when I was in my twenties, she moved to an apartment only three blocks from where my parents lived, and only one block from the apartment that I had moved to when I was older. So both my parents, siblings, and myself could visit her often.

The Amish, a religious sect, do not have any separate “retirement communities” for the elderly. Rather, younger families will build an attached or detached addition to their own home, called a “dawdi haus” (there are various spellings for this). See https://www.amish365.com/retirement-homes-for-the-amish-what-is-a-dawdy-haus .

An in-law had her fairly independent elderly parents living in a retirement community, where each couple or single person had a cottage. Then the husband had a bad fall and a slow-growing cancer was discovered. The family had both him and his wife moved to a facility with assisted living, and with another unit for memory care. They were visited often by family, and some family parties were held in one of the facility’s “party rooms”. The husband’s problems progressed, and perhaps a year or two after that move, the husband passed away. Again, the siblings searched for a good facility for their mother. One sibling (six total) wanted the mother in her own home, which was small, with one bathroom, and already had four people in it (no free bedroom), but the other siblings nixed that. At least two of the other siblings were “professionals”, one a doctor. None of the other five siblings, besides the first mentioned, thought that having the mother in their home would be workable. After much research, a small facility was found which highly encourages family to visit. There are only twelve residents. I have visited this place and it’s more like a group home than a “facility,” with a very home-like atmosphere. It is close to most of the siblings and they take turns visiting, most days of the week. They have had, since the move after dad’s fall, an online sharable chart in which they sign up for visits, so as to minimize alone time for their parents.

My own mom, in her later years, lived one or two miles from my sister and my older brother. Her home was an apartment in a retirement community. Later, she bought a two-bedroom mobile home in another community for those over 55. This, too, was within two miles of two of my siblings. It was plenty of room for her, and my two siblings could visit her often, take her to doctor appointments, and check on her medications. My younger brother and I visited less often, as we were about three hours driving distance away. I did try to call my mom at least once a week.

There is a couple I know who were friends of my father’s. The wife developed a chronic illness and had to be in a nursing home. They have no children. Recently, the husband had a bad fall. He will be moving into the nursing home and selling their house. They will live there in the nursing home together. I don’t know what kind of family support they have, or close friends who can visit. They don’t have children, and live in a state hundreds of miles from me. I hope it is a nursing home that has lots of visitors.

My husband’s mom lived in two or three apartments in different retirement communities in the eastern U.S., for many years. Eventually, she moved close to my husband’s younger brother on the west coast, to a retirement community apartment. After a while, my brother-in-law and his wife bought a new home a few doors down from their previous home, and had mom move into their previous home. So, they could walk over there any time, and would accompany her to their house when she visited. She had to be hospitalized at one point, and it was determined that in the aftermath, they could not care for her on their own. After one horrible place, my husband’s brother-in-law found a very nice facility only a mile or two from their house. She ended up passing away there a few months later, thankfully with her younger son present. My husband and I had been with her earlier in the day.

In California, we lived near to an elderly man whose wife eventually divorced him. He doesn’t have the closest relations with her or his children or grandchildren. He eventually had to sell his home to pay for divorce-related costs, besides not being able to keep things up on his own. He now lives in an elderly home in south San Francisco bay. He likes me to call him and does not get many visitors.

A couple who have been friends of ours for years moved from California to Pennsylvania, in large part to help the husband’s relatives. First of all, before moving, they had bought the house of one of his sisters, as she was no longer able to pay for it (or perhaps even just pay the taxes) or keep it up. This sister died after they moved. The Covid pandemic was still happening. But, they did what they could to help the husband’s other relatives and in-laws. Eventually they were able to visit more, and two of the relatives were getting quite ill (cancer, etc.) and were in hospice care. The husband visited often, and even (I believe) brought them closer to God by his encouragement. So both of these people (one of his sisters and her husband) died in peace this past year. There is a third relative who is harder to get through to, but the husband faithfully visits him and gives him care. Let us pray that this relative will be open to God’s love.

[Edit: January 25, 2024] Just a few days ago, I learned of another case. A lovely retired widow, with whom I would chat with at church on weekdays, informed me that she’d be moving today. I was a bit surprised, but her story made a lot of sense. She’d been living alone since her husband’s death. One of her children and his wife had recently moved from a community near the church and had bought two homes next to each other in an area perhaps 10 miles away. They invited the mother to move in next door to them, and so she is today. She’ll be going to a different church, but might visit ours occasionally.

How will YOU care for your parents when they are less able to care for themselves? What can we do for those who gave us the gift of life? Can we show our gratitude by not letting them get isolated? If you had difficult relations with your parents, pray to forgive them and to have some honest conversations.

At the Laundromat

Sixty washers and sixty dryers,
All going ’round in circles,
Never ending …

Until a buzzer rings,
Until the fat lady sings.

Here’s a family with two kids,
Here’s a senior, down on the skids —
Changing his clothes just after drying.

Here’s a young man just returned,
His clothes have disappeared, he learns,
Surprised and shocked, he looks around.

I’d wondered ’bout that lady who
Said, “Don’t know
Who these clothes belong to –
Are they mine?”

Well, eventually it was straightened out.
Indeed, she’d taken what was his
And into the dryer, along it went
Tumbling ’round and ’round, along with hers.

Next week, I visited once more.
The young man came inside the door.
I asked him if he’d got his clothes.

Of one pair socks, he was depleted,
He shrugged, not seeming too defeated —
Serenely accepting an item deleted.

Graduation

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For twinkle in my father’s eye,
For mother’s constant sacrifice,
For precious, awesome gift of life –
I give thanks.

For patient husband, children too,
Grandparents, siblings, nephews, too,
For cousins, in-laws, nieces few,
I give thanks.

For teachers full of expertise,
(Those projects – staying up ‘til three) –
But passed on knowledge expertly –
I give thanks.

For fellow students com’radarie,
For late night chats, and shared coffee,
For sharing notes (I’m panicking!) –
I give thanks.

To friends who shall remain unnamed;
Like parents, they did guide my sail,
Much wisdom did their words contain –
I give thanks.

For other friends, who stood nearby,
When I could not then socialize
(They really do deserve a prize) –
I give thanks.

But most of all to God above,
His plan, His purpose keeping on —
I couldn’t have done it without His love –
I give thanks!

(June, 2016)

Missing Men

Missing men and absent abbas,
Deadbeat dads and passive papas,
Men who have gone off to fight,
Men who seem to be off site,
Men who sit and read the news,
While their kids are so confused.

Men who don’t know how to be men,
‘Cause their dad was missing when …
As they grew up, there was an absence
In body, spirit, or emotional lapses.

God, our Father, we pray to thee:
Fill the gaps we cannot see.
Help the men who never learned
For family, wife, to be concerned.

Who might not know to show respect
To women — sometimes they in fact reject
The ones who dare to have a mind;
Some men have not learned to be kind.

Don’t get me wrong, the ones who fight —
The rough guys, tough guys, they’re all right.
I only hope they will include
Some kindness in the interlude.

Yes, dear men, you have a role
To care for wife and children’s soul.
And like us women who too have flaws,
To see God’s plan we must give pause.

For the Children

For the Children

There can be an ache inside
Truly cannot be denied
We try to hide the pain inside
But pretty soon the hurts collide
With others’, and the wound gets wide

I had two mommies, don’t you see
They really didn’t think of me
And no one ever thought of them
The cycle it goes ’round again

I only had a mom, you see
My dad and her could not agree
And so he left; they could not see
A way to be in harmony

I had two dads; ’twas really sad.
Wondered who my mother was;
I cried sometimes at night because
She never was

I had a mom and dad, you see
But dad was gone emotion’ly
He read his paper, watched TV
Didn’t have the time for me

Oh, who cares for the children?
Who really cares?

Dads and moms, they were abandoned.
Never learned to love, it saddened
Their hearts, but they could never see
What it did to you, to me

The only way to get beyond it
Is seek God’s way; you’ve got to find it.
Move beyond the pain and anguish
God’s way for life we must establish.
Forgive, let go, and let it show
God’s joy in time you’ll get to know.