Touched by an angel
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- July
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We’ve been very lucky.
A few weeks ago, my mother contacted an agency to hire a nurse’s aide to help out at home with my father.
We’d requested a woman who’d worked for a relative of ours. She was available until something screwed up at the last minute—something about paperwork not being ready. So they offered someone else, told us she was incredible and we said yes.
I am now convinced there is a higher power pulling some strings down here.
This woman is like a gift—a smiling, generous soul who goes out of her way to treat my father with kindness, compassion and respect.
He really likes her too, which is a bonus. And yesterday, she got all teary-eyed when she told me she’s developed a special bond with both my parents.
“I can’t believe how close I feel to them,’’ she said. “I feel like I’m taking care of my own dad.”
Tomorrow I’ll tell you how special my dad is. But for now, I feel relieved…and grateful. At the risk of sounding corny, I’ve got to say this: there are angels here on earth.
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Baby boomer Linda Lombroso was born in Queens and grew up in Port Washington. She began her journalism career at New York Magazine and Rolling Stone, but left to pursue a master's degree in elementary education. Shortly afterward, she returned to magazines as an editor at US magazine, but again left the field, this time for the birth of her first child. Linda and her family moved from Manhattan to New Rochelle in 1988. After spending 10 years as a stay-at-home mother, she joined The Journal News as a police reporter in 1997. She's been a Life & Style writer since 2000. This is the only year her three children are teenagers at the same time, which means she undergoes a daily critique of hair, makeup and wardrobe. Her parents still live in Port Washington Ń and they like everything she wears.
It takes a certain kind of person to care for the edlerly. My mom was in an assisted living facility and then a nursing home. I have to tell you, people are very demanding and sometimes very mean. Thank goodness, my mom, was always pleasant and smiling and grateful. This is why most people liked her at the home. But the other people, not all, were just plain cranky. That is hard to put up with all day long. When my aunt was sick, my uncle took care of her alone until he couldn’t anymore. He hired a woman named Theresa. She was very patient. When my uncle became ill himself, she helped him also. She was definitely like one of the family. My uncle was very demanding sometimes, but he was very good to her. He wanted to continue to eat out at very expensive resturants, he always treated Theresa too. She was an angel for sure.