Before Uncle Jim passed, he and Aunt June chose to live in a pleasant two-bedroom apartment at a retirement facility. Since his death, Aunt June needed someone to help with her care because she has Parkinson’s disease.
Beth asked if I wanted to be a part-time caregiver for Aunt June. I felt this was what the Lord wanted me to do—I accepted the job.
Four ladies care for her—two caregiver aides, Evelyn, and me. I do whatever she needs. I take her to the grocery store, shopping, especially to get her free Clinique goodies. I take her dog, Ginger, to the vet, do her medicines, and do many other chores. I also wash, blow dry, and curl her hair. It is funny. I was a tomboy when I was younger, and I don’t think I’ve ever used a curling iron.
I enjoy taking care of Aunt June a lot. She is a wonderful Christian lady and a joy to be around. As with all families, there are issues to handle. We both had Type A personalities and butted heads occasionally.
She loves me to vacuum her apartment frequently. I hardly ever vacuum my house, so I didn’t understand why she wanted it done when I did so two days before. Sometimes, I did not have a great attitude.
Eventually, my care was no longer needed as Aunt June moved to North Carolina to be closer to Beth.
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