My Mom will be 91 next month. My Dad died 4 years ago. They were married for over 60 years. My Mom lives independently in the house where I grew up. She is 5’2” with snow white hair and fierce green eyes. She cleans her house every day. Still shampoos the carpet, scrubs down the shower and pulls weeds in the yard. She is a powerhouse.
But sometimes, not very often, she gets tired and goes out of rhythm. And if her trash cans are not out by the street by 7 a.m. on trash day, her neighbor of 60 years, comes over, rings the bell and calls out to her to make sure she is OK. This sweet lady is also in her 90’s. She also notices if Mom does not bring in the trash can and checks in on her again. She and Mom are both widows and look after each other.
Her neighbors to the east of her are newer neighbors, maybe only 10 years there. They are in their 50’s and they love Mom. The husband visits Mom at least 3 to 4 times a week to see how she is doing. Sometimes I think he just needs someone to talk to and Mom is a very good listener. One time he saw her in the yard with her chain saw trying to cut up a limb that had fallen from her big, old oak tree in the back. He came running over, with much concern about her well being and ability to operate a chain saw at 90! He helped her cut it up and cleaned up the pieces.
I tell you this story to let you know about the kindness of her neighbors. I rest easy every day knowing that she has kind, caring neighbors who watch over her.