It Takes a Village to Raise the Elderly

I have a lot for which to be thankful. Though I have my minor disabilities, I am not near death from them.

In an age where most neighbors close themselves in their homes, when we may only know one or two of our neighbors by last name, the rest of them are pretty much strangers. We may rationalize our distance by thinking our neighbor wants their privacy; so we don't go knocking on their door even if we need a measly cup of sugar.
But when you know they are very sick, and you do knock on their door, and they are unable to get up to answer the door, then you definintely leave them alone to have their dignity. And, praying seems hardly enough, but you fervently pray anyways.

I have been picking up my neighbors newspapers from his driveway which he is likely unable to read at this point and place them at his door out of view from the passer-bys. They use to dissapear; now, they are piled up high. His family checks on him regularly, but you know the newspapers in the driveway and by the door are the least of their concerns. I wanted to ask if I could read the Sunday paper. When actually as I write this, I should volunteer to read it to him.

I see the hospice nurses come every other day, and I mentioned to them if they needed anything that I was just across the street pending my own surgery and recovery, but I am available. They acknowledged that it was rare for a neighbor to approach them and offer to be of assistance.

This week I noticed lots of cars parked near my neighbors property. I was sad thinking that things have taken a turn nearing the end. Today, I noticed hospice and relatives helping lift this tall man, who still is masculine in his age, from the wheel chair into the car. He is blessed to still have his family nearby. His daughter still could smile, and his son-in-law has taken on the strong protector role. And me, I'm just the quiet neighbor who earnestly prays that my neighbor's needs be met.

Hospice workers are like angels helping the living in their greatest time of need. I see how gingerly they assist him and gently talk with him and how carefully they buckle his seat belt and kindly wrap him in a blanket. They deserve much reward in heaven.